No.
You are not entitled to any of this.
You can't just expect everything to land into your open whining mouth.
You did not work to earn it, or pay for it. You do not own it.
What kind of self-righteous bastard are you?
Bastard doesn't begin to cover it. You are an abomination all your own.
I will no longer coddle you. Take your demands somewhere else,
where they will never again reverberate in my ear. Once
I might have gladly fed you the moon, grain by grain,
singing sweet lullabies over you all the while. Once
I might have quenched your thirst with the nectar of a thousand sweet lilies,
charming the bees to find another field.
That time is far past.
For I've burned the veil you had cast over my eyes.
I am my own. You hold no claim to me.
