I've unravelled myself out to you
Laid myself upon a prestigious dining table
Wrapped up in exquisite silk, polished to perfection on top of a pristine platter
The lords gawking, mouths watering, begging for a bite
But your attention’s preoccupied with another's wife
I’m ripped apart as the portly pigs gnaw at my limbs until there's nothing left but crumbs of
my remaining dignity, only for them to be licked up by the good lady’s impudent pup
Yet something different still holds your attention, you heed to another instead of me
Not even the piquant of meals could snatch you from your trance
Not a helpless, imperil woman nor a hoard of insatiable, abhorrent men
That must be the heedless ways of a luxurious King.
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