Satisfaction They swarm like ants Pants bulging Entranced And not without a standing chance- They watch her dance Her clothing scant, As a distant preacher rants And rants and raves And saves the mass depraved Eternally approaching A brimstone grave, While this raven-haired maiden Navel exposed ***** vulgarly shaven Convulses before A repulsive wave of vultures Who crave her. Her great-great grandmammy May have been the bravest Slave child of a caveman Who never did recall her name When she came into this worldly domain. “Shame!” they all exclaimed Christening a their newest pain- With a mane full of kink The eyes of a chink (And cheeks that turned pink!) The jinx of a family chain That never claimed her as a link. But in the stink And beery must Of some lusty club A girl is stuck with the same rosy mug. She sways, shakes, and rubs For slaves and bosses Fathers and sons who have their fun And point their guns And spill their funk All over the dirty rug In homage to this angelic drudge. The night’s end holds no grudge. It lends new friends And she descends To mend what needs attendance As the holy prosecution shouts “Repentance, repentance!” To a shameless butterscotch defendant With a strong resemblance To the trembling girl Vengefulness disassembled. And its remaining remnant, Her hair jet black, Now bends her back And cracks a smile Lacking veracity, And filled with guile. While a few miles away A child lay dreaming With the same curly black hair But a heart full of meaning. And the men- Their car windows steaming- Creaming While our heroine lay screaming Streams and streams of vulgarities. And all this for free? No, siree Quietly, our sultry queen Folds her green And heads toward home half-stoned, and fully alone. As daybreak softly moans Like a voice from the past- She reaches her abode at last, and opens the bedroom door A crack and laughs a silent laugh In fractured rapture- If only to capture a fraction Of the curly-haired child’s Fleeting satisfaction.