Vol 2, Num 7 :: 2003.03.28 — 2003.04.10
The goddess sits upon her plush, vibrantly colored throne.
She glances idly at the peasants, rushing about
as if they were of some importance and not merely pawns.
The minions do her bidding—feeding her, cleaning up after her,
and showering her with praise.
In return, she gives them something to adore,
and occasionally purrs.
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