Master SidA Poem by Jerry Ables
In the dead of night can they hear him for miles
while he bellows out his infinite, boundless discontent toward everyone who works for him, only to be robbed of precious time and peace of mind. In the dead of night can they hear him for miles while his belly bursts with laughter from thriving on his workers' deep dark despair at the impossibility of satisfying his appetites. Up close does your blood turn to ice from gazing into his cold, brutal eyes and at his tall, slim, debonair exterior silhouetted against the pale night sky. Up close does your blood turn to ice from dreading the lashes and gashes which he promises so proudly as punishment for disobeying him. Never is he content with the number of people belonging already to him, but bids that all his workers recruit their families, friends, and loved ones. He craves being at the very center of his servants' entire lives, and the very thought of losing any of them drives him insane with rage. Some work their fingers to the bone for him, only to lose everything to him. Some of his workers live isolated lives, because people can't bear their presence. Others find ways of shielding themselves against his self-serving demands that they keep going back and checking until mistakes appear out of thin air. He wears his suits, ties, and top hats to make himself look intelligent and dignified, because he depends on people's fear of him just so he can deal with them. Original pen date: August 12-13, 2013
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