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Head of House

Wooley legs elevated

his remote at hand,

servants at beckon call.

A kingly schmuck

with a tall glass to fill.

His platter shall not

be delayed.

A royal bloodline

will earn one

not a single amenity,

for we are all

just serfs

in his court.

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