breakfast in bed

take me by the scruff of the neck
love me
call me bitch
scratch my itch
hold me when no one will
dress me how you want
and then ask permission
toss me aside
as you toss yourself
play a record
i do not want to hear
dance in public
for all to see
say things that make no sense
as the guitars screech
and at the end of the night
as the sun makes it the morning
laugh while you call it day