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A poem!
Or, "There's something maniacally wrong with Xtina."

The Passionate Xtina to Her Bitch:

Come live with me and be my Bitch
And you will fit a special niche
Within my queen-sized greenish bed
Within my sewage-laden head

There will you sit upon a shelf
Until I call you to myself
To perform acts of nature strange
And thus your brain will be deranged

There will I make thee do my bidding
No, I truly am not kidding
Though you might try to evade,
All your "thoughts" I shall invade

I'll tie you up and call you names
And play some truly fiendish games
With your poor mind and your lost soul
I'll take your hide and take my toll

You'll cower down, and yet you'll come
You'll willingly, 'fore me, succumb
And if before this, you don't flinch,
Come live with me and be my Bitch.

I'll care for you, so gentle now
I'll wipe the sweat from off your brow
Then I'll be cruel, and rough, and mean
And I'll put you through vicious scenes

I'll torment you both night and day
And you'll stay with me anyway
If these delights make your mind itch,
Then live with me and be my Bitch.