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On Your Throne
at the rest room
you sit on your throne
you make a poem
and recite it
as you excrete
what has been bothering
your mind
things arrive at something
that becomes over
and then the relief
that you are still alive
reigns
perhaps only for a while
but it is a moment
of glory
that you keep in your hand
and then surrender
without much qualm
and damn
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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