Lily

Consider my duress, you want me for your needs, spit saliva on my chest. what is it to you, when I'm on my knees, do you hail a tribune, children left with excess, the office is your creed, you only crave success, sobbing with fake news, power in what you believe, across Maddison avenue, I struggle and confess, for wine dark waters deep, somewhere for a rest, you tolerate no excuse, within the wounds of history, a turtled mound of refuse, waters to bathe and rest, splash and sink all evening, love like I'm the best, let me taste the sea.