05-01 - Underground
(Published 05-Nov-2020 18:16:15)
The underground rooms were filled with wet,
Pools of blood, of water, and yet,
The cries of frustration, of anger, of fear,
helped me see past to what I hold dear.
My guests, in their chains, so hard do they clank!
Whining all day about food, freedom and thank
me never for giving them somewhere to stay
Not even when I hold back from gifting skin flay.
I guess you could say I've a visceral hobby.
Not quite as popular among those who are snobby.
Let's call it an occasion of brute-forced hoteling.
Standing all day without chat - only yelling.
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