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Speak chair to thy own ease
In distant silence from men's ears
For you have seen, and heard
Felt and smelled it all
The last part of lasagna in the fridge too long

And when I told her sit there
You kept the evidence to your breast
Quite emotionless
As upon your tongue her eternity rest
I watched your hands all day
And you gave nothing away

Except of course my countless coins
Pilfered from my pocket constantly
I see you bribe my children all the time
Enjoying their search,
Their provocative rush to grope
Under you private places
And then the sudden glint in eyes of joy

Speak chair, for it was not I but the dog
That brought the fleas in
So determined to disobey ... he is the only
That violates my edict, I and I alone
Must use for tryst or throne
What ever happened then
You caught the dog's disease again.

O let it go, let it go
I have better memories here
The music soft, the light so low
The smell of musk in her hair
And she sitting bare
Upon the pulsing, throbbing flash and flare
The sounds you heard
The human unintelligible words
You cannot speak that
I gave you preference for the mat.

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