The Night After Payday

Twas the night after payday
     and all cross the feed
The Findommes were drooling 
     with thinly veiled greed
The subs shifted shyly
     their wallets gripped tight
Their bank balance high
     preying "Please, not tonight!!"

The Goddesses smiled
     as they watched from above
Financial worship
     is our language of love
Resist all you want
     but you know how this ends
We're all here for findom
     and it's time for some sends 

It need not be much
     despite what you might think
You could even send
     just for coffee to drink
But too long we've been waiting
     for what we are due 
Our hunger needs sating
     so you know what to do

And so, dearest reader
     my story is done
I hope that all present
     have had lots of fun
But remember, you losers
     this is what you are for
And no matter how much
     we always want more