Ignoring the fresh vodka tonic at his elbow
But peering intently at his right hand
The thumb and forefinger of which
Pinch a hair plucked from the left
Nostril of that glorious nose
O why did you come to this phlegmatic town?
I have come to feel the sweet
Fetid
dust of its breath on my lips!
I
have come to wander drunkenly here!
Why
did I come? I have come to rule!
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