the smugma conspiracy

one fine morning awoke a big haired git
he stared out the window
and wondered how it had come to pass
he never had felt any great love for her
in fact
he really didn't like her at all
and now he awakes to find himself married to mob
how did he,
an avid bitteriser
and lazy snake charmer
end up in this commune of toothy admiration
last time he checked he was single
big haired and butt fancy free
now he was number 6 on the rota
expected to filful he stud duties
lick the ears
polish the knee caps
and feed her tidbits of her own goodnesshood
'my, you look well informed today'
'you surely are the best intentioned of ladies'
'your knowledge of indonesia is unsurpassable'
'how pleasing it is to provide you with arses milk'

had he been drugged?
had he been fisted?
he sure looked stupid
and he wasn't smelling too good either...

looking down he saw a body that looked like his
but it was covered in orange
a painter he was, but this ?
what strange rituals of lovemaking had he been performing?
he only knew that his rear end hurt
that in itself was no big news
his feeble mind screamed and flashed with images
elbows elbows elbows elbows
teeth teeth teeth teeth

what life was this to be?
indentured and bonded
in the service of her majestic horridness
fetching, pausing, pondering and spawning

the screams of dozens of the little ones ripped his brain open
he no longer knew or cared which belonged to him
if ownership had not been outlawed
'we are all in this together, my cherubs'
a slave to hate
how could he break this chains
must he end his years in this ceaseless rutting?