cleopatra to the asp

So, sweet. Another literary convention.

Anthony can't return my calls;
He's dead.
And the secretary on the line says,
We didn't want your business anyway
But here's a takeover bid -
And by the way would you please
Return the desk we gave you?

(And don't forget Caesarion,
Social services is at the door and you
Know that they're going to
Murder his soul, my beloved child.)

In the old days I'd've called up my army,
But it was dismantled a long time ago,
And I've been a slave since then
Even if he treated me like a queen.

I revelled in getting on my knees for him.
So no, no regrets.
Just the agony of silence on the other end
Of the line.

But you want to slither between my
Breasts? Are you the loyal one after
All, my dear, the one hiding in the basket
All this time?