Pig

A poem I wrote earlier this afternoon.

Sickening
And so profane
Can't you see
All my disdain?

Harlot, voyeur
Worthless pig
Turn my stomach
Poisoned twig

I have worth
Avert your eyes
Your lust is loath
Makes bile rise

I have given
You no pass
Invitation
Or repass

These locks are mine
And legs are, too
Upon me do not
Dare intrude

You have my answer
In the glare
That did not come
From golden hair