Yesterday, I cracked the whip
Over a poor man’s flesh
At his request
Yesterday, I dug my heels
Into the crotch of him
Because he asked
It hurt me to hurt him
But it would hurt him too
Had I refused
The thing about me
Is that I'm not
- Me, I mean -
I'm a chameleon,
Master of masks
Slipping on disguises
Like slipping on shirts
I am metamorphosis
Shapeshifter, am I
With wolf or doe eyes
With snake or croc eyes
Contacts can be changed like shoes
Yesterday, I poured boiling water
Down that poor man's back
Next, I used candle wax
Him: crushed
I: a rush
I found myself anew
I found a painful part of me
Someone cruel
She watches buildings burn
She sketches rotting skeletons
She snorts at crying children
She is
Me
But a me he created
A me he requested
Service required
Service delivered
That's the truth of money
Now, we both are sullied
I wonder:
Who is the bully?