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The Saffron King
That ragged beggar enthroned
upon the park bench,
helmeted,
with grease-laden locks
pressed against sallow skin.
His needlework (cruel)
crewel embroidery lined up
along his veins,
his stories forgotten.
Characteristics of him
as a living creature,
excretion/locomotion/respiration,
disbelieved.
What widespread rejoicing do they publicize
when
What songs do they sing to paint the town red
when
What bets do they lay down
against this saffron king’s cessation?
He, abdicated by nature’s euthanasia.
The misunderstanding of addiction’s need to rule.
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