Slavery
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Lick up your spittle; how sweet Sir!
Your figure anointed with slush and dirt, lick up
Oozing blood and pus from your ulcer; lick up
Lick up your shoes treading
Spittle of chewed betel, snot, dead fetid mouse....
Oh Sir, Let me be a slave
Till you beat me with a shoe made of gold.
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