The Foolish Servant

To brush my hair is all I ask

Servant I gave you a simple task

You mock me again

With a lick of your tongue

You are such a disgrace to man

I ask you now 

To come before me

Witth a humbling bow

Instead you snicker with pride

With Glee

Why Won't YOU read

When I ask you too?

Do you have no clue

Of how a servant should behave?

I have had enough

With this cruelty

You wretched being

For I shall call upon my father

For he is the high king