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Dec 2013
Fat man
sit on your throne
and enlighten me with my flaws.
Grab me by the ankles,
shake,
and watch my ego pour out from my pores.
Tape my mouth closed
and whisper your syrupy words
through my ears.
I won't struggle,
you humor me.
You think you know me?
You think you can diagnose the devil?
Idiot fat man.
Just sit on your throne.
Let me do the talking.
Sabrina Smith
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