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

because she said, "I know your owner."

     Then I was reprimanded as

     gullible: but which is worse:

     believe in a tramp?

     Believe yourself to be a god?

[confessional]

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?

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