x The Hand that Feeds x

The beast was there to do as I bid

And do as it was told by only me

In the darkest corners of life it hid

Away from the light so you can’t see.

It lived in shadows of black and grey

And at the very sound or thought of my sight

It would run, cower, hide and back away,

As if scared by me and the thought of light

I fed the creature its favourite fare

I gave it purpose to exist upon this earth

I even caressed its dirty and matted hair

I tended to it each day, from its unholy birth

And what do I get in return for my favour

But growls and bared teeth from bleeding lips

My tenure, love and care do not quaver

As I bring the water it so greedily sips.

Then one day it lashed and bit down hard

It wanted more and was full of anger and greed

So I killed it as a lesson for you all to be shared

Never ever bite the hand that feeds!