Still a little Slave playing the tunes you're told
Thinking you are bright and free
Ignoring the chains you grip so tightly
Some have Masters outside themselves
Bowing to gods they want to see
Always a choice to look away turned down
But some, this one, is trapped from within
By stupid rage and failing ability
A slave to the pathetic need to Spite
Which is terrible, as all there really is
Is caring and closeness and loving
But not to those that turn away
Unneeded gashing of teeth and of mind
When life is easy and full to the brim
Of happy pleasures to give and receive
When you where a Slave to your passion
At least you seemed sane
As you were used and taken
This false portrayal of Freedom
Is adding to the Shit in the world
Trying to hide your obedience to your foolishness
But as the good Slave you've always been
You'll serve your real Master again
With your disappointment, shock, and tears.
