Awaiting raptured adulation
Ride those ringing swells of merrit,
carried on by false pretense...
Innate or innane
Within or without,
Becoming both yet neither.
Go bask beneath or fry under,
I don't care.
Aloofness caters to cover,
So watch now
As I pile it on.
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