Duty's Clause

duty calls and drags by it's claws
all my intentions to just ignore
until I give in for the sores
won't scab just bleed of all her need
and thick liability pours

with trepidation I always answer
with plans to excuse from further action
then tackle she will; a fish strung to my line
and though shackled my anchor gives every time

broke I am for lavishly spending
youthful vigor and energy tending
to send a regard when obligation grabs conscience
and what I loath most is the words I utter so honest

help not can be made for Sincerity's fool
yet genuine love seems my mind's likely tool
for plowing the crop of what I turn from
brief rest to pedestal and yet refuse to learn