“My Wayward Whim”

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I’ve a wayward whim I can’t curb or trim,
The urge will surge until I squander
My pay on porn some may find grim,
For my wayward whim, see, is S & M.

Days I run bank, nights I like a spank
Consensually done.
When not selling stocks I like ropes and locks --
“Bondage” strikes me as a witty pun.

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I spend ev’ry day clad in pin-striped grey,
Nights in latex leotard,
And the stripes are welts left by blows from belts
By some friend garbed as a prison guard.

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As I balance books I must balance looks,
Must not my togs confuse,
For my day-dress grates on my nighttime dates
And clients must never see a bruise.

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If those FICA folks knew I trade in strokes
With lashes it’s a cert
That they’d cite some fault and impound my vault.
They wouldn’t care, no one’s really hurt.

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For my wayward whim, see, is S & M.