A poem of truth (?)
i'm as sweet and adorable as a red silk can be,
i am perky and friendly and serve from the heart,
except for this teeny insignificant part:
I am jealous possesive, incredibly so,
To keep you from MY Master, the lengths I will go
I'll growl and grumble, I'll rant and I'll rave,
But remember, I'm a good girl, I know how to behave.
Except for that top from the bottom ordeal
I know what I'm doing, don't care how YOU feel,
If you'd listen to me, my plans will unfurl,
And I'll tell you just how I can be a good girl.
Oh yes, there's my habit, of rumours and lies,
The catty behaviour my sweet face belies.
Its a war zone out there, I have to be best!
But I am a good girl as you've probably guessed.
Some think I'm a brat, I prefer full of zest,
I think its absurd that some call me a pest.
Sarcasm and balk talk, and attitude, Big deal!
I'm a good girl, the best girl! That's just what I feel.
Okay...alright.. I'll admit that I'm lazy,
You want me to work? My gosh! are you crazy??!!
I'm here cuz I'm cute, that's service you see.
When you're as good as I am, that's all that need be.
Obedient? Guess not! I do as I please
Isn't it enough that I'm down on my knees?
No my name isn't princess or subbiebratclown.
I'm a Gorean slave, from my head right on down.
I'm a good girl, the best girl, a Gorean slave,
I know what to do, I know how to behave.
I'm pretty and witty, and sweet as can be
So tell me right now, who will collar me???