The Sociable Truth suggested this poem's title to me. In turn, to my mind, the finished poem suggests the writing of The Sociable Truth. Enjoy.
Casually a Tyrant
In the cramped little man
The little man rents
You oil his hair for VE day
And D day
There’s soup to be boiled!
In the manifests of state
Where the little man bakes
You vote and you vote and you
Fail to eat
There’s soup to be boiled
You have bones for the brew
So the little man rails and rents you a brew
And chews on your nails
You are the soup!
For watching him shave
You are enslaved to shavery
You oil and scrape at the crux of his nape
I remember the last time you enslaved me to shavery, a real treat!