Polygamy

I feel the unspoken words inside of me, The words spoken in audible silence The words I voiced out long ago To our lousy husband. We were called in successive matrimony Married in regressive economy Day after day, Darkness after darkness, He beckoned upon one out of many To satisfy his ageing desire And his limp pipeline That comes to life Only at night. Nocturnal oppression Diurnal suppression The head of the house

Only a figure-head Power corrupts insidiously Customary power corrupts absolutely! I was the first to be called To play the game on the large field In the middle of the room Gloominess as I had never experienced Strucked me in persistence I had to perform my duty What I was married for To revive the lifeless dangling tube The obscene weapon of production And absolute destruction. After much servicing, I had slippers-like parameciums Dangling side to side, Sucked to a point of no return, Dropping in successive worship To the ogling eyes of the wind As I bent and rose in complete decay.