The sad truth is... those who should be reading this probably won't... but that's not really who it's for anyway.
To All the Doms They've Loved Before
Now, I'm not trying to start a fight. and I'm not here just pointing fingers...
I'd just like to try and shed some light, on some not so pleasurable stingers.
I think it's safe to say we care, but not always about what we should...
Don't look around the room and stare, you KNOW you don't always good.
We play with dolls laugh and carouse, yeah, we think our shit don't stink.
Sure you can get in her head and blouse, but did you ever stop to think?
That's not a peice of meat you prick, not something to cast away.
That kind of shit should make us all sick, this ain't 50 Shades of fuckin' Grey.
You strut around with your head held high, feeling like your god's gift to women.
You scheme and play to to get between their thighs, whithout ever caring what's really in em'.
There's a mind and spirit stronger than yours, they can reach the vertical limit.
There's enough love in there to fill all your stores, if you'd ever care to look what's in it.
It's us should be punished, tortured, and spanked, we're the one's who create this folly.
It's them should be worshipped, adored, and thanked, so make sure you give all to your dollie.
If the thing is broke then you be the man, and you work your ass of to fix it.
'Cause falling in love may not be the plan, but you're the Dom so why did you risk it?
We all need to take stock sometimes, and ask ourselves if we should,
Before we go reaching for that juicy lime, "is it best for her, is this good?"
So put on your big boy pants oh "Sir", cleaned and pressed by "her" whence you got 'em,
always remember dear "Sir" you don't deserve her, fuck, you might as well be a bottom.
