Maenad

on my knees
as you please
the reality is, as I please
didn't you know?
no matter what we do
I am always fucking me
and blaming it on you

what an oxymoron
from the start
fucking comes
from my bashed heart
smashed - like a fruit tart

HA!
hoist me upon your petard
Oh, Peter
aren't you a pumpkin eater
tell me, didn't you know?
I use me like a razor
carving off pieces
to feed on later