If you were my Master
I’d offer you head
And christen you Bates
With old masterful traits
By degrees and at-arms
My craftsman, my captain
Of dark martial arts
Master all my miss-parts
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If I were your sub
Your submissive, submerged
In seminal substance –
Subject to your guidance –
From sub-arctic steppes
To sub-tropical suburbs
Subdued and subpoenaed
My soul subjugated
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Subsumed as your sub
So subvertly sublime
Not a sad substitute
Or a sub-standard beauty
Submitting subjectively
Subtly supplying
My subordination
On a… a… submarine. Fuck it!
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