but in wax, I stood there day beyond day. Finally,
a visitor to the Shrine of the Compounded Dole
approached me about serving an internship to
My Sublime Vacancy, a title, which
acknowledges right there
an aptitude for the position.
We got on well, and formed a little village out of
the backs of the chairs of any heads of state
that pushed their way into the troughs;
We elected officials and raised taxes
as they crouched there. If they’d been keen,
at some point, it passed.
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