She lays the table for six
rushing herself off her dainty feet
all the tableware set in place
table mats made out of lace

The candles have now been lit
to the call of the falling night
from the kitchen she brings
all the treaties of lies

No food is on the menu
no friends will be seated
her name is freedom of speech
and the poor cow is on her own

She flowed against the tide
she told of ******* and lies
now she sits on her ***
and eats peals of broken glass

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris