The Chair
A tramp and a stay- at - home
Mocking the collar,
Thumbing governance and state
Yielding to any governor:
Democrat, Socialist
Communist
Duty bound in her
Tribal land
Kids fall off
Jump on her lap
Carve initials on her legs
Scrape her arms with nails.
Abandoned when we go!
Immovable and effortlessly
She daydreams
Smug and modestly;
Sleeping the afternoon
Until the dark begins to fall.
Her arches kicked,
The Harlot does not flinch
To keep the home fires burning
Until when the bosses sit.
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