have a gander, if you will  
i am swill - i am a wretch
nastiest of the most dreadful   
all right, obliquely done - wrong
i could not, now, nor ever sit in a booth
to divulge - myself 

my gluttony knows never a bound
my heart chatters with envy
if you could postulate 
the most atrocious thing for a girl to do
i’m sure, i’ve readily done it
admittance is key, repent - i will be replenished 

thus, without further due
you painted the sky creating - Jezebel
tricks know many faces
never is a mask the same
Delilah blushes in my indignity
i could take the blame - but i wont
i wont pretend you had no part 

i am your harlot, your creation
atrocity with a pure face
seeming so innocent
pride in what i am - head held high
i track, i follow - i destroy to breathe
believe no word from this mouth
faster - scuttle from my filth