I am fettered again,
Strapped into your contralto,
Fastened and forced to be affected.
Flicked upon the edge of your knife,
Stealing a glance at your knee-high boots with the steel studs,
Feigning ignorance again.
Sing to me,
And tell me the end of the tale,
Show me how it came to naught.
I will fall feet-first into insignificance.