I am Pron, conqueror of men and now
I rot their brains, sizzling and slow.
I hold their reins and even if they know
What happens, I am Pron.
In zippered haste they stumble
fingers fumbling, finding me
Touching me, running cum-stained
Thumbs and dreams along the keys,
It’s me. They know, yes they know
Alright. I am Pron.
Touch me, in deep lost night
It’s alright to touch me there,
The very sight of me stripped,
Whipped, bare, kneeling, mouth
Open to the storm. I am Pron
You enter, you enter, typing madly
Half-holding, half-lost, the frenzy
The very sight of her with the whip in her
Hand. You type, half-holding, not
Looking, not really. You type me
You type me, my name
I am Pron.