Balls of Pearls

Monday mornings are mad rush days
Gym craze arouses Tuesday and Thursdays
Wednesdays you look like the camel’s hump
And by Friday you play “I cannot come in, for there’s a lump”.

Your precious neck
Always occurring a lump
Well what if one day
I squeezed that plump
Plump robust beating neck

A string of rocks
Seated intricately on my spine
After the mad dash of lipstick
Of curlers, of damp towels dripping wine
You lift mine tail to be seated upon a pale
Pale white-woman plump robust beating neck

Neighboring Mr. Law of the Ockets
Overtop the arterial vein
Clenched his clasp ever so tightly
“‘Twas an error” he snorted
Until Wednesday chortled “She looks like the camel’s rump”

Perhaps one day I shall grow balls of pearls
And choke that plump
Plump pale white-woman robust beating neck
Of the upper class working slut.