Communist Lover

A slightly angry poem.

“No pain, no gain” as they always say.

You’ve doused me in honey as an altar for bees
Driving their stings between my white teeth.
Your very own pincushion, manikin man
Does my hoarse scream appeal to your ears?

You red hearted bitch, you communist witch
Who once had the wit that I fell for to bits,
My hearts not enough for your proletariat lust.
Must I bleed myself white to earn back your trust?

Too right for your taste, it’d be a waste
But here’s a cup anyway, just in case.