
SERVING JUSTICE You acted like you could be a grand duke Or next in line to be our new sovereign king I was just a number in your little black book A puppet you kept on a short gilded string A god you were, seated regally on your throne Evaluating all the girls in your secret harem Scrutinizing the chattel you could call your own If other men would agree just to share them How many women have surrendered to you? Enraptured between your black satin sheets Gladly relinquishing their chaste virtue As the wolf eagerly devoured the sheep You repulse me even more than myself Obscene in your shameless arrogance I will not be used and put away on a shelf With nary an acknowledging glance This cock has called out its final crow Hanged from your own gilded twine I have become your most formidable foe And I'm afraid this moment is mine Always fed from a spoon...