bedazzled by the beef
drippings, dolloped down
greed's gluttony
shrouded in social
totems of taboo...
to face freedom's
waging wrath with
false solemnity-
marked only in
equal skills
of mockery
the masking of
intent was blatant-
shaded not your identity,
but my right to know.
who dare to command
my heart in rendered
still image?
words echo my defeat
..."you are mine"
temporarily tempted
by notions of estate
kept captive your
cowardly methods-
do you think I would
not have known in
good time?
I was...
...never yours.
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