Congenital Cage

In a cage I have been born, Without glimmer of hope. Except when I laugh with my handlers and drink in the flow of feminine beauty. I struggle to be free to no avail and my consolation are sore feet. A kind word and some warm attention I savor. My throne rolls around and everyone loves to serve me. Sometimes I get a concerned glare that is demeaning, worthy of a criminal in a cage. However I'm innocent I swear! I was far too young to be sentenced! My cage is made of my own bones and flesh where no man can free me. I wiggle and writhe but never to be free. I am paralyzed but my mind is free!