Yours for life
I am the bleeding womb, breeding to order.
I am the bundle you boot from the car.
I am the punch bag absorbing your anger.
I am the watchman, tethered and starved.
I am the trophy genetically tailored.
I am the accessory dolled in faux fur.
I am the stress ball in lap-stifled torpor.
I am the main course trussed over a fire.
I am the tester pumped full of compounds.
I am the flesh mauler thrown in the pit.
I am the scrap bin you lock in the coal shed.
I am the baiter you push down the sett.
I am the throat ripper fighting your corner.
I am the draft sled whose bones you gnaw.
I am the torn betting slip when the race is over.
I am the sentry beside your corpse.
I was the best friend you ever had.