I'm all theirs

I'm the slave of manipulation,
Puppet to men and masters,
Worn by them, tainted from innocent garment
And torn into - never sown.

Always taken places where my mind
Forbids, love has no place within my
Performance. Just
Trust in lust, that is what I'm told.

A fellow folly, your next, your now and
Then, forever cut down and
Reborn for man's desire.
Constant loyalty, even in his black fire.

Shaken, stirred and swallowed,
Baked, broken and borrowed.
If ever there is a call, I must
Take it unto myself, my occupation in this night.

Never fought, never fight.
Constructed by the call.
Used by them all;
A slave to man's desire.

I court dignity's opposite.