Poem : Sirens

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sirens

Sirens

You claim you want me.
You know what I can do.
I have proven myself,
when and where executed,
my abilities guaranteed,
now a gold stamp in your book.

What else?
Why not more?
Who do you think you are?
Save your games.
I’m absolutely bored of this trial.
Stake your worth and appetite.

Your privileges will be revoked.
My body is not at your command,
my place certainly not at your feet.
I’ve questioned your title from the start.
I must confess my thoughts of your dismantlement.
I’ll ponder the possibilities of your claim when I’m done.

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