our land and become emperors.
i see
the kings and queens
at the coffee shop.
regulars
in their chairs
on an island of chatter.
their minions stopping by
to greet them.
done with work
they have carved
out their kingdom
from nine to five.
they talk of the world
and what must be done to
fix things.
they smile and nod.
they are benevolent
and kind.
sipping on their coffee,
their teas, doling out
bits and pieces of wisdom
in the bright
sunshine.
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