Our Poor Bottoms

Who'd be a bottom?
Not me.
To be ridiculed upon
And harassed with glee.

Always facing the wrong way
Always forced to look back
Always smacked,
Always whacked.

An undercover agent
Slogging all day,
Never given credit,
Faithful, though no merit.

Never to be unearthed
Just sat upon each day
Oh Poor Bottom!
It's hard on me, you say.

A/n: I'll gladly accept your comments on this poem! ^-^ poor
bottoms. =/