How many times do I have to say it
Your very first breath
Was a form
Of enslavement  
Not to me
Certainly
Who would do that?
You of course
Don’t submit
To some other guy’s
Chat
Just my splat
Not again
It was sooner
Dependent
On any first girl
In the clime
Who was willing
To aid
In the world order crime
And unto has bade
The injustice of mine