Pride and Pettiness
In the realm of leather and lace,
Where alpha doms strut with pride,
Their egos bloated, faces red,
Proclaiming dominance far and wide.
Behold the alpha, grand and loud,
Insecure beneath their leather shroud.
Bullying others with a sneer,
Asserting dominance, oh so clear.
They market themselves as kings,
Of dungeons dark and kinky things.
But beneath the bravado’s sheen,
Lies a fragile ego, petty and mean.
“Alpha of alphas,” they declare,
In their dungeon, ruling with a glare.
But their dominance is but a show,
Insecure beneath that domly glow.
In every scene, they throw their weight,
Dictating how subs should prostrate.
Yet behind closed doors, they whine and fret,
When challenged, a tantrum they beget.
So here’s to the alpha, full of bluff,
Their toxic masculinity, never enough.
A caricature of dominance grand,
In truth, just a child with a whip in hand.