A Ton Of Flesh Poem by Raj Dronamraju

If you want something from me, I want something from you first
Have you read Shakespeare? I don't want a pound of flesh, I want a ton of flesh!

I want big signifiers - Scorched earth, razed cities, ruined lives
Complete acquiescence, total submission, no mercy given
Every avenue of escape and debate and complaint cut off

On a smaller scale, the scale of the actual life we lead, you must surrender to me the dignity you stole
And suck my toes
And give away your pride to Goodwill and the Salvation Army

The gaping wound left by the ton of flesh I have taken will hopefully not heal correctly
The scar it leaves marks you as dishonest, deceitful, and permanently deformed
And I hope every time you see me, it hurts

This counter-offer is as muscular as it is non-negotiable
As was my resolve to quit this entirely
Now, if you back this up and suggest a deal,
The most important clause is your capitulation and subsequent humiliation