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Tyrant and the chocolate mousse




Tyranny is human made
and so is the chocolate mousse
or mobile phones or sleeping pills
excessive chocolate mousse in its larger impact
may get appointment to the dentist
closer to a cozy dinner
with a loved one
a tyrant's fury may leave you emotionally naked
and physically wounded
the exhaustion can look like death
or a hazy perception of 
something bigger taken away
that something bigger
is plain and simple life
in its mundane as well as interesting forms
of calling the plumber when the hose is leaking
or to call mother on mother's day
or to genuinely get hung over when it was not needed
the tyrant takes it all away
all it takes is a simple word - hate
mobile phones come in various technically incomprehensible jargon
while the tyrant disseminates
the very sense of the breath
that keeps us alive
tyrant looks like a human
while a pastry chef is a human,
or the person who works at the car clean shop
we have forgotten one thing
in the bargain of knowing the truth
that the residue of truth
is sabotaged by those
who look like us
and think like the uncouth specimen of life
I would rather go through the 
suffering of a dental appointment
than giving a hero's welcome
in my thoughts
to someone whose
second nature is
creating self annihilation 


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