Error

The error you make
When bowing down
Is forgetting to look up
And smile.

Master may not see it
With his shoe on your mouth
But a grin will certainly
Gleam through your eyes!

Breath heavy on the sole
And your master will certainly slip.
For the dew of your breath
Is a powerful potion
As slick as any lotion;
It will knock him down,
Break his hip.

I laugh, for now, with you
My overseer.
For I will oversee
You in turn.
That will be the day
You begin to learn.

I kiss you on the hand,
My slavemaster.
For I love you
My brother.