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Poor Lady Eve wandering in micro-mini

whose flesh is seen by the waft of the wind

working as a waitress, the bunny uniform

fits her lustrous form and when a guy call

her for an order, he taps her bum without

any concern.



Poor Lady Eve wandering in corporate suit

unbelievably she has no table, no bureau

although during the day, eight hours she

spend pushing the pencil and commanding

her subordinates to get their jobs done

trust me her boss would only be pleased

to tap her bum and still feel displeased    



Poor Lady Eve wandering inside a convent

that when she gets out for a mission

men flocked at her to berate her costume

saying what a waste of flesh rotting inside

a cold tall cement, and so they seize her

for men so love a tight gate to heaven

no scream could make men stop for they

love to savage a clean haven



Poor Lady Eve taking care of her keep

pre-occupied to satisfying her hubby’s need

the household is well maintained and neat

only to be ruined by the arrival of her

inebriated half, ripping her clothes off

for her difficulties are too little compared

to his rising lust



There are many Lady Eves scattered around

couldn’t narrate their stories one by one

woman is a bitch because that’s what man needs

to a crude Man--a Woman, neither dignified nor clean

will never merit a respectable treatment

once the beast In him craves in.















written 01/11/2003