Spilt Milk
I did not go to Hell when I was bought,
But like the planet merely kept on turning.
The business proved far simpler than I’d thought –
I was naïve. I’m learning.
You stare as though in shock, old friend.
If only it were up to me
We’d shake and you would understand
This virtuous necessity.
With all the factors in the case,
To keep my promise would have done no good:
I tell you this, and look you in the face,
And my betrayal turns to victimhood.