a chunkier burrito
a lambskin coat
an early thaw.
Jeering at daily tasks,
Pericles strokes his silk toga
and strides past old pals
imperious.
He says,
do my chores, fools.
He says
get me a tortilla,
a silver tortilla
you monkeys.
I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless.
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