I'm a teething clawing bird of pray
You moan you groan with complete dismay
I've been taught well
Your seed I loan
I had my way and hungry
Bones
Naked and shapeless defined
As I am
I weave my net to no one drawn
Helpless and bored
Yelping for more, to feel fulfill
A need unknown
Faked is of the essence, without it
I am shown
As that bird of pray my life
Not my own
Looking confused cleaning my fate
Of all things irrelevant
All things I am
A blank slate
When duty's a must
It's the black mud which
Sustains  me
Addicted, collected, A clone.