Ex-stranger before the throne: "Who sits there?
Is it the monarch clad in purple robes
whose benevolent threads will wear and tear,
exposing the frailties of the heart's throbs?
Is it the seer or the doer's downed see?
The activist's cathedra, sanctified
in an unguent of sweat, blood, bile and pee,
or the performer's pew of pranks untried?
The staid academician whose desk chair
wheels around in lieu of realized movement?
Or the eager teacher with stylized hair
who sits on a dime due to unpaid rent?
Whoever it is, I'ma sit there too."
So said the martyr who dropped on the loo.
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