Paying lipservice to the demi-god
As I bow and scrape and lick his boots
Disconcerting feelings of deja-vu
Illusion no longer – there is nothing I can do
His piggish eyes stare into my soul and
like a pickpocket steals what he beholds
Wanting me to be beholden to him
He holds my soul in storage – awaiting ransom.
Oiled by his power, his tongue goes into action
Lashing out spiteful rhetoric designed
To bring me to my knees – he thinks in worship
Methinks in hate – biding my time.
And as he sees me kneeling before him in subjugation
His wicked eyes devoid of morality
Bore into my mind to further pillage and rape
Without remorse – he’s out to destroy.
His velvetine tongue tries to convince
My fevered mind that he is my friend
While his eyes search out a weakness
He can exploit – to move in for the kill.
But what he has overlooked in his
Assumption to declare himself ‘the winner’
Is that the battle has only begun and as I lie there
In apparent masochistic servility –
there is life and Fire in my eyes.
He thinks me broken, he thinks me dejected
And he thinks himself untouchable – the winner
And therein lies his very weakness
Therein lies my chance to break free.
And when he extends to me his hand,
To bring me from my knees
I will look him straight in the eyes
Not in awe but in hate-filled superiority
And I will plunge the carefully concealed knife
Into his blackened heart and kills this beast
At last!
Placid's Place 