Ode to slavery

(Every word has a history as it tells a story, it may be of the letters comprising it if not anything else. The following lines were written over a long period of two months. The composition began in my bathroom, and in chatty sessions at coffee house, Mc Donalds the idea developed. The final knell though was rung out of much frustration. And as always no polemic intended.)

Master master know you not thine?
I am a twig of an Imperial vine !
Oh master, please renounce thy anger,
I'm the famished dog, lonely in the manger !
Whatever you say are words divine,
Let me lick thy ass, it tastes fine !
Oh please don't put that boot on the floor,
I will use my hanky to polish it more !
I need no money but your kindness,
I'm the husky, you're my harness !
Who says the British are long gone?
I'm here to ring that colonial gong!
Without your orders my life is bane,
This old age and withering mane!
Yet I look up to you master,
Even if my words are a meaningless cluster.
I am no drunkard you must know,
In two small sips my sense may go !
So Australia becomes for me Honolulu,
That's why my juniors call me ................ (it's a secret !)