I am a slave
One with many masters
To whom I wish
Only the horrors
Which I have suffered

No names are quaint
Or quite as often
As the whip of the tongue
When it means to bother

I am a slave
Born not to crave
The illusions that you offered
How brilliant a disguise
You brought me, my brother

I am a slave
But to your surprise
Not to you..
I am my own
And chose not to offer

And for that I take with it
The slays from your lips
So quick to trip
From your lies and slips

So slave may I be
But only and until it be not my bother
One day I will be free
To turn my cell into pother