Mercredi

Mercredi

     No slave whispers in a cæsar's

ear any longer: "You are mortal."

Once, I admitted a homeless woman

     to our Grand Opening party

cause she said, "I know your owner."

     Then I was reprimanded as

     gullible: But which is worse:

     Believe a tramp?

     Believe yourself to be a god?

[didactic]