The Duchess

You're late. You're late.

Where have you been?

I am Lost in a cycle

Constitution running thin.

Forgive me duchess. Forgive me.

I do not know how to

make it stop. I am sick

But loyal to you above all. 

No one told you to speak

Your words waste

precious time,

money 

I plead, I plead, if I must

To stop and smell 

That pollen dust. 

Passing through the air.

This will not do. This will not do.

Hurry on. To your 

post I will not

tell you

again. 

It's such a waste for hints of joy

To go unnoticed

The cycle must go on

Absent of freedom.

Go into your cargo hold. 

Good boy sit down. Take a moment breathe.Times up,

 what are you doing? 

Run back to your post

again. 

You're full of malice

And nothing short of cruel

You give me no chance

To come out of this

Alive. 

Get out. Get out. 

Enough of this mess. 

You're greedy , ungrateful,

I've given you plenty to spare

Deceitful, delusional, duchess 

I am trappes at your mercy

My heart aches 

My soles 

raw. 

Moving on, moving on

Whether you like it or not

I can not stop, I will not stop

The Duchess keeps her schedule

Here I Go, here I go.

Doing my best to

Catch up. Just

To hear I 

Am late

Again.