She hates Uriah, always off to war,
but fucks him when he’s home, a simple thing.
It helps her some to think she’s just a whore.
It helps her to attract the lonely king.
She sluts out on the roof; Uriah’s house
is just across the street from David’s throne.
The heartless bitch has always hoped her spouse
would die in battle, leaving her alone
to spread her legs in what she thinks is love
for any lover she decides to buy
with poor Uriah’s money. God above,
if only he’d be quickly sent to die!
And David, fool of Bethlehem, complies
and wins Bathseba’s “love,” a paltry prize.