I sing my high praises, then burn my dignity.
A vicious cycle drenched in pride and jealousy.
I kneel to the victors, then take them home.
My bed is the last place they ever feel alone.
Still, I twirl for the kings and bow to the ring.
Only the best acts can make them wink.
Stop assigning me morality, it is long dead,
Watch as its skeleton dries out on my bed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 