A Gentle Cult

He joined a cult because they promised
Pizza and a Coke for free:
It seems a shallow tradeoff, but
He wasn't quite like you, or me,

He had a grander vision; he
Believed that he was meant for yachts --
Though, true, he's spent most hours since
In sweeping rooms and parking lots

But his cult was a gentle one:
He merely had to do his part,
While all the letters of his name
Dissolved, and broke into

A Snellen chart

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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