I am a liar, a dirty cheater, and my mother agrees while she weeps at the shelter.
You bow down when my lips tell you to and sacrifice for me when my eyes command you, but never believe me when I warn you.
You dress me in velvet and take me for long drives, talking about the greenery of your country, your eyes filled with shine. You introduce me as your throne, your pride, followed by an 80’s lady in the morning and a slut at night.