Dietary Supplement

He said I would be good for him

I became a dietary supplement

One shot of me

Would improve his life

He could bend me, twist me into a key

To free himself

Had to spend his life in a box

Wanted me to be the perfect cut-out

Painted me behind his pretty little bars

He tried with a charlatan’s grace

To sell me a life

So flat and fictional, I couldn’t help but laugh

Growling out my truth to chase away his lies

Lit the match to his box

Watched him dance to flames

Until faded with his words