You Want My Surrender

What am I to be?
Because everything I see
is some dead end travesty, shackle me
give me a shot
and Ill give you a bullet in my brain.
You don't want it all.
Its the parts of me you seek to free,
my polished ways and tailored hands
lay down my will
so you can litigate my limitations,
construct my conversation,
contribute to my alienation.
Give me a brush to paint a prudent prick
and I'll tell you my creativity does not fit on this canvas.