Once it was a dictator supreme,
who conquered with charm
and held a massive regime,
with the sweet pump as the Capitol.
Once it was the President,
the legislature, executive and judiciary.
But how that mahogany resident,
dwells in the filthiest slum.
It lies there in deep slumber,
facilitated by mighty inertia.
No more a member
of the noble chattels' society.
Adorned by the the spider's carpet
vetoed to be graced by the broom,
home to a cockroach and a maggot
every nook covered with grit.
But it is plain old harmless dust,
easily cleansed with a wet rag.
Vacuumed back into an object of lust,
All basic is a trip to the attic.
-Sleeping Devika
