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by Lokemun Magar

He sits, slouches, sleeps
Nowhere else but on his chair
He swears by it
He sweats by it
He leaves it only to clean himself
He leaves it only to empty his bowels

You dare sit, slouch, sleep
Anywhere else but on his chair
Not for a moment
Not for a second
You go near it only to meet him
You go near it only to greet him

He watches, spies, sniggers
Nowhere else but from his chair
He is there
He lives there
He sees only what is ahead of him
He says only what is addressed to him

Only on his chair and nowhere else
Only from his chair and nowhere else

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