My self respect
Is not around my ankles,
I’ve kicked it off.
With me knickers.
How fucking dare you equate
The number of people I’ve rode
With the level dignity I demand?
And what is the acceptable number
I should confine myself to
To make you happy?
How is it right that I could fuck one person twenty times
But to fuck twenty people all at once would be a disgrace?
Byrnedends Poetry 