Work is slow, cash is low, and the landlord says I gotta go.
What to do? What to sell? Before my life goes straight to Hell.
Dirty clothes, mice in droves , putrid meatloaf in the stove.
Browsing online , what do I find? Panties sell for 40 bucks a kind .
I post an ad, email conversations are had, and now my wallet is hella glad.
With panties sent, I paid the rent , all things will turn out well with good intent.
Sleeping there , on the futon bare, a heavy breath perpetuates the air .
I say "hello", no response though ... Except a slow creaking tip toe.
I'm frozen in shock , did I forget to lock? Oh god, a man above me is gripping his cock!
" Silly girl don't you know, a return address you should never show. Unless you like to be tortured slow."
I try hard to scream, but I'm choked with a panty the color cream, and a weight on my chest like a metal beam .
With my eyes closed tight , I start to see the light, and quickly losing all my strength to fight.
" Sorry for all the pains, but you see I love some stains. Like blood curdled on your creamy Hanes."