Trophy Bitch

You saw happiness in my eyes;
my heart beat faster than before.
You felt your control slip away;
your disdain too vile to ignore.

Railed at him ’cause he was man enough;
no match for my hot-blooded Asian knight.
He kicked down my walls; hit the green light;
your dull British blood could never excite.

I’d rather be his fed trophy bitch
than your unfed bored dog.
Trashing my man for his set of balls
’cause you crawled from a bog.

You create fear in clouds of smoke;
mould my man into your demon.
He only wants me for one thing;
just a vessel for his semen.

Reminding me that I’m not desired;
his intentions are creepy and cruel.
Flattering me with such pretty words;
to enter me or the British jewel.

I’d rather be his fed trophy bitch
than your unfed bored dog.
Trashing my man for his set of balls
’cause you crawled from a bog.

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