Hide

Wash it tenderly

And hold the gleaming ass and say

"Holy Cow! Goddess of Prosperity!

The arrival of Wealth!

You're auspicious, Auspicious, I say!"

Run your fingers over me,

Eye me with greed,

Spank me with the mirth of Acquisition.

You bought me cheap, you prefer it that way;

You milked me so lustfully.

Rejoiced in the triumph my hide had to offer.

And once my skin was touched and used,

Your many devotions came away,

You saw no prosperity in familiarity.

You turned this aging, ugly cow away,

Because I was not that kind of a girl for you.