You will be served your dinner and then maybe I should lick your plate clean.nImplement your duties, carry out your chores,nbut dont leave your boots out for me to shine.nSelfless detention, immediate attraction, the bones that lick you dry.nEmotional dilemmas, shattered you insane, and yet you still yearn to cry.nTwenty more seconds to live your nine lives,nyou better move, you're running out of time.