In Service

Desire is my master. And she has twisted me.


In Service
(In My Own Majesty’s Secret Service)

I came to report for duty
But my Country would not have me

So I found several strong desires
That I could serve instead

First it was to Ink and Page
Whom, to this very day, I remain a slave

Then I gave my love to Amber Fluids
Which my liver quickly sent away

To the Cinema, I surrendered my entire heart
It only loves me back between the film’s end and it’s start

I offered the whole of my mind to Literature
With it’s sweet, empty promise to take me from here

I sacrificed my blessed soul to Song
Who lied, and said they’d been singing about me all along

I left all my pain with my family
They put their pain in a duffel bag and shouldered it on me

I pledged to spend every single night with Fear
But it seeped out into my days, now it’s always near

By a Woman I became employed to work at my loyalty
Before my work is done, I am dismissed, then hired by another agency

In secret service to these masters
Has always served me well

I asked what I could do for Country
And my Country wouldn’t tell

The Ink, the Drink, the Song to sing
The Film based on the Book

The family of Pain, the Fear-torn days
My loyalty as all-important work

With each and every part of me
Obligated, contractually

Signed on the dotted line
With blood for ink in a pen of fire

Pledged for eternity
To kneel before my desire

In all of this, pleasure and tragedy
I remain in secret service of your majesty



Sonny Giordano, Valentine Media(c), 2010