So Grind It

So grind it down as you’ve ne’er ground before,

to sharpened heart, to battered whittled fair.

You grind him now, you’ll grind into the core,

where all is dark, you’ll find a treasure there.

If so it is that he opposes vast,

just tell me this and I’ll put it all to rest.

By use of rope, and chains, and plaster cast,

I’ll give to you, my friend, my bondage best.

So in the end if you have won his heart,

do me a gift with credit given due;

Come to my bed with tarried legs apart

is how I wish you show me gratitude.

And if your actions hurt so much that friend,

I’ll give you tips; you’ll do it again.