You're a sub
Yes, you're a sub
I tell you, you're a sub.

You have sub proclivities
In sub activities
Subs are your idols
And subs are your enemies

You commit total sub acts
Get lost in dominant facts
When you got lost
I tracked you by your sub-species tracks

You lick my feet and my ass
You're admittedly sub-classed
Substitutions of your worth
Are sublimated by me selling your sub-ass.

You live in a sub-dwelling station
And brag of your most lowly sub-situation
You are submerged in this discourse
And I know you exalt in your subligation.

You bear streaked submissive tracks
Across your bent sub back
Subordination alludes you
Inferiority is your tact

I take you on the sub-rosa tip
Sacrosanct as you lick my clit
Raining down your sub throat
Mouth opened for my sub-fusc colored shyt

You are a sub, Domes' issue golden colored ale
You are a sub, on my Royal spear you are impaled
You are a sub, above most men for you know your place
You are a sub, supine as I sit comfortably upon your face.

…you are a sub.