A Masochistic Conundrum

Spank me.
Hard.
Kinda creepy if you ask me
but what can I say?
Daddy screwed
up his little girl…
I mean, Dad,
that’s why I seek affection
in all the wrong ways.
And I keep cleaning this chalkboard
keep sneezing on dust
but it doesn’t seem to
matter
one more asshole
one more asshole
I must lust.
But that isn’t fair
and I don’t mean to Daddy,
he hasn’t even gotten his share,
but not a single stanza
to you, and you were true.
Sure we had our disagreements
but you treated me like an angel…
and what can I say?
I concentrate on assholes
that keep going
the other way.
I revel in my misery
beat up
and get abused
one more emotion
I can’t satisfy
one more
I should have had
for you.