Slave
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2007

 

Choke
Disrebel
Betame
Down

You do
What I say
I wear
The crown

You follow
My orders
Everyday
You live

I take
What you get
I take
You give

Quite
Unpower
Resent
Retreat

Bow
And pray
And kiss
My feat

If you
Behave
I'll make you
A slave

If not
You're grave
Is standing
Right there

You won't
Be saved
I don't hear
Complaints

You better
Get used
To this life
You hate.