The Pharoahs Stuff Poem by Saint Eule
The Pharoahs Stuff
Oh Tut! Where is thy stuff
Not in the eternal abode.
The things you hoarded
are in a museum.
If you get a ticket
anyone can see um.
What is a pyramid
but a maze of deceit.
Riches and blossoms
were laid at your feet.
All that remains
is a shard of cloth.
Eaten by the worms
and the wooly moth.
The spirit is all that remains-
These earthly belongings were just chains.
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4/23/2024 9:46:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
earthly belongings are not ours, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.