being a slave
to the king, after
years of decorated
service, you work
your way up
to deputy assistant.
his right hand
man, standing near
the throne,
but when someone
rubs him the wrong
way, he's always saying
something like
bring me the head
of so and so.
the idea of doing
this, chopping off
a head and bringing
it to him on a platter.
makes you squeamish.
you don't mind
running down
to the post office
to mail a package
or two, get a book
of stamps, or doing a
little grocery
shopping, but this head
thing is ridiculous.
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