Legs squared and sturdy the squat
Frame and thick neck consume the room
And threaten oblivion to any that stare too long.
With vicious nimble fingers she manipulates and
The machine whines and spits heat;
Heat to dry the sodden mange of a beast
Hardly fit to be called "canin", but in memory
Of the first blood debt he slavers and whimpers
Like the afraid beast he is, and we wait for the selfish cunt to finish.
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