Mister Hen Pecked

By Malcholm Dark

I'm your eminent domain
Take possession of me.

Come as you please
Have what you will
I belong to you.
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I'm Mister Hen Pecked
I live to please you.

You can use me
And abuse me
Don't ever lose me.
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Take your desires out on me.

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Published on Wednesday, March 30, 2011. Filed under: "Satire" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I couldn't resist... had to remind the ones like this of their pecking order in life...

Comments on "Mister Hen Pecked"

A former member wrote: haha... a point of view from the clucking feathers of a poultry dish waiting for the ax... ha. Sacrifice never tasted so foul lol... well done man and cheers!
On Wednesday, March 30, 2011, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Nicely said, some rule the roost, and others are chicken feed unfortunately. Abuse is a one-sided cockfight, some chickens cross the road, and others are scrambled. Ok I'll stop now. In all seriousness, wonderful piece. Write on my friend.
A former member wrote: Man, words just can't say how cool this is. It's deceptively simple, like bait...just too easy....like somethin's amiss. Diverse as ever, sir.