Am I but your prize to display
A trophy to boost your pride
Simply part of all you survey
A sacrifice to the great diva bride

You make your friends envious
Ones purchased with my wallet
Malipulations most mischieveous
My gullability your grandest yet

You display me like chattel
Simply another object to own
A new trophy for your mantel
An accesory for your proud home

What happened to the true love
Now I am but to fetch and carry
Only yesterday your turtle dove
My back to wall, thrust and parry!

How could a rouse be so complete
Manipulations so well planned
I had perceived you oh so sweet
My defenses so poorly manned

How could I have been so wrong
Trusting all I now yield to defeat
A woeful tune becomes my song
Drug induced haze my soul's retreat

What hapopened to the true love
Now I am but to fetch and carry
Only yesterday your turtle dove
My back to wall, thrust and parry!