• To a sadist, I can only suppose

    Their weapon is like their poetry and prose

    They express their inner desires

    through the whips and wires

    The chains to torment their victims

    Captured, they set things to sic them

    The very window to their soul

    They cannot find a moment dull

    The psychology in their minds

    The cruel sadistic binds

    A sadist goes with a masochist, just as well as her whip

    So just as you think you have escaped all this, let me give you a tip.

    Never trust a sadist, not her nor her whip.