Do Not Repudiate A Good Deed

So, who do you serve tonight,
Yourself or you "knight"?
I see you there.
I watch you flip your hair.

Have you no pride?
Or a consious inside?
You hit the scene.
Within your eyes there's that gleam.

You found your prey.
You walk up, and whisper, "Hey".
I see him bust a move.
Watching you both get into the groove.

Look at you two.
I can tell what you plan to do.
He calls a cab.
I watch you grab...

You get to his place.
Run up the stairs, like it's a race.
I see the lust.
I watch each thrust.

Then morning comes.
Look at the glistening sun.
You climb from bed.
You kiss his head.

You leave his house, head held high.
You blow a kiss, and say bye.
You hitch a ride, and pay him at home.
He has fun while your eyes roam.

I watch you from day to night.
You scracth, scream, moan, and bite.
Men fill your desire.
Your eyes filled with fire.

One night, your are alone.
I leave the safety of my home.
Your lights are off.
Your hair sprawled out, touchably soft.

But I see the darkness you leave behind.
All that evil inside your mind.
I shall seal your eternity.
With all that desperaty.

I pull out my sheath,
that was hidden beneath.
I hold the power.
I know, but however...

There's the story of creation,
but this, this sensation!
I shake you softly.
Your eyes open, looking lofty.

I say hello.
Then you scream and bellow.
I try to calm your gnarled mind.
"Shoosh my sweet one, leave it all behind"

I smile and grin, you shout and plead.
I jerk your hair and watch you bleed.
"Let me tuck you in the place where you love,
or let God rain down from up above."

You cry and plead that,
"You'll change the life you lead"
I shall think not.
Do not defy what I thought.

Please be quiet.
No need to riot.
Oh shut up already!
Now hold still and steady.

One punch then another.
You women, such a bother.
I take my dagger.
Then a stab her.

Again and again! Repent I say!
Chop, chop, chop away!
Your golden locks.
Your pretty frock.

Your skinny knees.
Your tongue from which you brought glee.
Your tiny feet.
Small wrist with no meat.

I walk away from the house.
Trying to stay quiet and not arouse.
I go home, and clean my shirt.
Wash the blood grit and dirt.

I wipe my blade,
to save for another day.
I turn on the cofee.
Without any worry.
Because why should I feel sorry
for a deed done for society?