Madonna

Once queen of the jungle
Abused beyond thought
All her teeth stolen
Her claws too he sought
A third of her true size
Starved of all, she
Could have expected
From Humanity

In a mechanics workshop
This angelic soul
Once stalked the high grass
In utter control
But now in this prison
This terrible hole
Look into her eyes
Windows to her soul

Despondent
Deflated
Defeated
Such gloom
A rope was her tether
Her living tomb
Dreary and weary
Pensive and glum
Dismal and despairing
Under his thumb

A torturing arse wipe
A haggard fart
A living gargoyle
Devoid of all heart
To do what he did to her
And observe her each day
Her unsightly countenance
And disfigured way

He, Inartistic grisly
And vile
Features Ill-dressed
Uncouth without style
Loathsome and odious
Wrinkled and dark
Unlovely
Unhandsome
Forbidding and stark

She full of sores
Of neglect and of pain
Hopeless and comfortless
As her life force did drain
A blankness
Unsurprisingly filled up each day
She was insulted
In every way
Her aristocratic distinction
And class
Had never prepared her
To live with this arse

As a cub she could never have imagined
This end
A lost world of evil
Not having a friend
But the nastiest human
There could ever be
Who tortured her spirit
And adversity
That clouded emotions
That drew her to feel
Incredibly sad
Broken for real
She couldn’t even sleep
And dare not dream
Nightmares ran her ragged
All that self esteem

She’d built up
Had left her
Her sorrowful way
In her heart she did cry
She did wail everyday
Lament her destruction
Her mournful desire
Her complete melancholy
Her leaden desire

When rescued
It was obvious she was no more
She could not recover
From Her place on the floor
Clearly so frightfully tortured was she
The stark repetition
Tasteless and dreary
Sluggish and ponderous
Banal and stale
So suicidal
In her man made jail