By: David W. Clare
She told me her family was well-off,
then she started to cough...
To me, putting on the dog was never impressive!
I could tell she had plans for me that didn't include me at all...
I was her pinata for the weekend!
Drinks, dinner and a lobotomy were in store...
Her place was in the city where I would be beaten up with kisses!
Her wishes were venomous, yet I was at her command...
Along for the ride!
She drank heavily; especially before work as a stock broker!
Seemed the joke was on me...
She tried to fashion me into her dancing-monkey while she would grind the organ!
She liked to slap me around with her scotch and sofa slaps...
Only to watch me pull myself up by her bra-straps!
I pretended all was great...
Tainted love, violent date!
Her high-heels stabbed my sense of pride!
I was only... along for the ride!
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