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Chief’s return to village

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Chief’s hands were sore

washing clothes

and utensils;

three times he had been thrashed

by hotel goon er supervisor

for being slow

and escaped barely

pleading his age

and obesity

as prime culprits.

Four times he was

caught stealing sweet bread

trying to sweeten his

jaws, teeth and gums;

in the process the goon

broke some,

then to top it all

at nights

he shared 3 feet broad bed

with the young strapping waiter

who was a kick-ass learner

and in his sleep

he would kick ass the poor chief,

till chief’s rumpling ass

grew red with pain

kicks the waiter would rain.

Chief never dared to stop

as in awaken condition

the boy was a huge risk

and he would assault chief

till death began to frisk.

Thus chief was broken

body and pride both

at the thought of intelligence

chief shook

the scary, crooked face

of cab driver began to play in sepia,

right in front of his scared eyes;

he was soothed only by

far dumber faces of few village kins

who had really taken to him.

Thus, chief was in a quandary

what to tell and how to tell

his folks what had befallen him

when he had reached urbanity

and the nearby city.

His mind was numb

and he could even hear

village buffoons laugh

if he revealed the real

then he suddenly acted tough

as he thought

if a small cab driver

could be so fatal

then there must be others

in the city

who could crocodile

him out of mire

then his eyes

caught the church

and its high spire!

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