With Invitation

A Poem

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Exo exo aye
No supper tonight
But high-sided advice
Upon this I dine regularly
It is no feast for the eyes
But the mind grows strong and fat
and flatulent

To die right is one way to
celebrate the night
And so I slide
off of the horse, take off my robe, and
slouch away to bed to
pray that for such a
time as this
I am appointed
to have my head removed
for approaching the king
within his gates
and at his invitation

How he honors me
In holding back his hand

Haman was not hanged:
he starved to death