Thursday Riddle (March 6, 2014)

Just like a despicable spice
That’s tossed on a platter of rice
Of which is each grain a morsel of pain,
I’m condiment not very nice,
So serve me to who you disdain,
To watch all their happiness wane;
The sultan is nigh, but tea before I
May help an illustrious brain.

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