I am his shiny piece of shit 

In his world, where I don’t fit 

I bend I bow I know I must 

Cater to his every lust 

More and more he takes from me 

While he disregards my pleas 

When I ask for something More

I am met with a closed door 

He says I’m lucky, I must confess 

To him he rescued me from my mess 

I should be grateful and thankful he shouts 

And if not,  “don’t make me pout”

By pout he means drink and smoke 

How dare I challenge -my life is a joke 

For to him I hold the bottle the blunt 

Which he only does when I pull my stunt 

To him I am worthless though

So will I continue to play his supporting role