Congenital Cage

Written by: Joe LoBue

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 
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 

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