Hey bitch–
Lucky you:
You’ve fallen into my trap!
…

Oh, what to do with you?
Bury you deep in your own dirty greed?
Or paperwork up to your knees?

Or do I feed you just enough?
The whore to basic human need

After all, I know your hunger well,
I practically invented human will

I pay a sum–a dying wage
That you’ll pay back
Till your dying age

One time a year
I’ll slice a chunk
Piece by piece
Down to the bone

You’ll bend the knee
And do it right
I know you won’t
Put up a fight

I am your god
The beast you serve
Now turn around
And get to work

—
c