Forty years is not so long

I bet I could do that time with my eyes closed

and my legs open

What is freedom? When you call me

Baby 

and wait for me to smile, and croon

(I should never 

have sung to you in the first place I should never 

have used my voice at all)

but strung out, kicking and choking, I 

trust you'll find me here

Plate and pacify me,

bear me gold and oiled as the centerpiece 

of your traitor table

Soon

I will sharpen

the carving knife