My Alternate is Fed Up

Bellowing commands to those who oblige,
I serve my steely generosity without restraint.
Demanding refinement of my careless conduct,
I strive to become an exemplary queen.
 
On frequent days of whimsy,
My regal head is lost in delusional billows.
Wrapped in luxury and safety,
I hide in the warmth of my private cove.
 
Poof! When the ephemeral clouds dissipate,
I reluctantly plunge into intrepid clarity,
To wake myself up and to wash away debris.
 
And when the visceral waters break to retreat,
I am left with but the softness of foam…
The effortless motions of slickness, renewed.
 
Domesticated. Dependent. Chewing away.
My untamed nature yearns to shed its heaviness;
To roar with the lightness of joy.