He loved it and it had become a part of the family, nestled among pictures of his family
moved away from the other chachkas, elevated
How you have turned 180 on me.
And there is no doubt now, that I hate you
The lies, to the bitter end, as you gave my job away
to someone else you suggested I give a pile of my hard work
to that person
I saw that little gift, the fetish of a wolf and I couldn't stand it being displayed like that,
behind your little bald head, your cold little body wearing a coat on a sunny day
How you slammed me this year for nothing
Tried to smash me into silence with words
Denied how rules were broken against me
even as it is as clear as day they were
And there was a symbol that someone liked you enough
to give you exactly what you asked for
Isn't that wonderful, to be so well thought of
that a follower would give you your heart's desire
the perfect little gift
So I lied.  
I said I wanted to borrow it and it's so easy to lie, I see.
Kind of intoxicating to lie in order to get someone to do what you want when you have no
intention of doing what you are promising to do.
You became so obedient, proudly handing it to me to "borrow"
But by the afternoon it hadn't returned and I think you were starting to realize
looking at me like a little boy, whose mother has destroyed his favorite toys
as it dawned on you, as it has, so many times before for me, that you had been done *****
If in that small way, you know what it feels like to be tricked, misled
If at that moment, you felt, it hurts
I am happy for it