Whose Pussy Are You?

From the moment I was born
My pussy was not my own.
Some big corporation
Wrapped it up
As if it were their own.
Everybody was muscling in
To get at my sweet pussy;
They powdered it,
They washed it
And bathed it
In sweet soap.
But as I grew
They didn’t leave,
But muscled in anew,
To own parts of my pussy
And penetrate yet more.
The pharmaceutical companies
Plugged me up if I should bleed,
They took away my periods
In case I should bear child
And all the precious things I had
Are cared for now by them.
And so my poor dear pussy
I wonder who you are.
Will they let me visit you
In your sterile jar?

Copyright ©2006 Tony Crisp