He puts up with her

Endless yapping 

About her baby

And what it’s doing

As if he couldn’t see that

For himself

It’s not his child

But he puts up

Because she will put out for him tonight 

And she puts up with everything else

To have a roof over her head

And the head of her golden child 

And when the child has gone to bed

She’ll dread the beginning 

How awful it feels

To pay her way with sex

But somewhere somehow 

Midway in to the act

She will lose herself again

And give way to the fact

Of the dark pleasure 

His eager body brings her 

And this will go on

As long as he’s willing to put up

And as long as she’s able to shut up

For just a minute

-jenn