Would-be rapist, aren't you lucky
Lucky I got the gall
Would-be rapist, aren't you glad
No one made you take the fall
Would-be rapist, are you happy I fought
Shoved your body away from mine
Would-be rapist, I saved you, you know
From a guilty, pathetic lifetime
Who saved me, though, would-be rapist
From the memory of your eyes
Those deep dark pits, as you held me down
Cloaked in lovely lies
I saved you, would-be rapist
All because I loved you so
And you paid me back with nightmares
Dressed in your ill-fitting clothes
I'm happy for you, would-be rapist
That you can live and thrive
But I'm just lucky, would-be rapist
To keep myself alive
Dearest would-be rapist,
How's it feel to make the cut?
I nearly let you get away
Scott-free my darling, but
You ran your hands all down my form
When I said, clearly, "no,"
You pushed me to my breaking point
Till my conscious mind let go
"Just do it, then," I told you
On those rocks through gritted teeth
And you obliged, between my thighs
To sneer and violate me
Is that consent, I ask you,
When it's pulled like rotten molars
From the mouths of women much like me
Who love their male controllers
So dearest would-be rapist, please
Remove the "would-be" name
You splayed me out and ran me through
For your sick, twisted game
Dearest rapist, how's it feel
To bear the title now?
I'd feel so sorry for you but
I must have forgotten how
