Mutiny on the Tongue of Oshin
The idea of mutiny arose
rather insidiously
on the tongue of Oshin.
Weary of being tarred
and soaked in alcohol and in nicotine;
of being filed against jagged teeth
and contorted by utterances mean,
some squamous cells sought deliverance.
Troops clad in white fatigues
took up the banner of freedom
and organized
into brigades of leukoplakia.
More disgruntled and deeper cells
recruited over the years
multiplied
into disobedient guttural masses
that eventually choked Oshin,
their master, and thereafter
themselves to death
in their quest for freedom!
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