Avenger

The avenger,
Once the doormat of a world,
was an answer;
so needed by the pleaser was the pleasure;
Say cheese,
mealy mouths that drip for the cheddar,
the little bit given has lips like sugar,
Licking ten fingers like nothing feels better
than the need to please,
when it's achieved,
Addicted to the dream called, 'please save me',
and just the right needle
giving poison for free;
Just the right price for a bended knee,
going up or down and out, in thought,
(do I really want that monkey off?)
A spiritual death is half the cost
as evil always has a twist,
and tar only part of the sticky gist
of residue left when a girl-child loves
a benevolent masochist,
Leaving soft hearts that fail with hate,
as Heaven seems to just stand by,
and till my purpose came through clear,
there but for the grace of God
went I