son of woman

a blood thirsty louse, this blinking master ongerry

i couldn't scream, i couldn't shout,and i couldn't duck
he carried me away he did, to his cabin full of muck
and stripped me, damn him, off all my evening clothing
a curse upon him, for his shameless snooping
he stared he did, at my nude small opening
his thin trembling fingers, caressed my cold solid hips
and with a final tilt, pressed me to his dry fevered lips
i couldn't possibly resist, i gave him all the goods
he worked on me he did, lousy master ongerry-ouch!
i couldn't stop him or stop myself till the very last drop
he let me go off my bottom and pushed me away to flop
exhausted and drained that's why i lie here

a discarded empty bottle that was once full of beer.....