I am only your lowly servant,
I feel as miniscule as an ant.
In moans I pray and poems I chant,
I need my wishes fulfilled and grant.
Before you I bow my stubborn head,
after you, lead the way to the bed.
Don’t open your wallet for me and spend,
just spend time with me, or make it bend.
Come to me, even closer and kneel,
why avoid something you strongly feel?
Come for me, undo me, unwrap my seal,
why would I fight? I’d rather go for the ****
I am only your lowly servant,
I feel as miniscule as an ant.
One rule of my church: take off your shirt,
I don’t even care about the brand.