Reign Of Whoreing

Reign Of Whoreing

Under your reign
Of whoreing
I kept tally
While scoreing

I waited patient
Devoted ensuring
Clean linen
And dinner on time

As far as crime
Can pay
I stood beside
You in my way

I learnt not to
Question or refuse
In reserve I remained
Of practical use

So much
Time I could abide
Awaiting the turning
Of the tide

Mind your eye
Mind your tooth
In kind
In truth

Now here
Where you kneel
My baying hounds snapping
At your exposed heel

You’d so expected to crush

There is no welcome
In my outstretched palms
Collecting
The wages of harm