The Obedient Wife Club

I serve you,
Carry your infested bag,
seeing it full with dreams,
Hold your decrepit hand,
seeing it protective and loving,
Comb your brittled hair,
seeing a softness instead,
Wash your decomposing feet,
seeing something to be honored,
Kiss your diseased mouth,
seeing a bright smile equal the sun,
Lie next to your decaying smell,
seeing a bed of roses for a king,
Enter me with your shriveled penis,
seeing something that will satisfy me,
I will serve you,
believing I am happy.