I could be an esteemed echelon of eminence
I could be a conquering panjandrum preening in plush
The wraith,
O, that leery wraith!
It leered and peered
Blew my everything and everything I became
Aboard he came,
Mugged me of my everything and everything he became
Vainglorious prancing prince,
A scion spared, glowing without a wince
Hence not a so salient fact there is more to my vicissitudes
Not a mystery why for me it never pours
Dissing my disheveled self,
Jacob cares not a hoot
On vinyl still the same old song
Harrowing tales of dreams gone wrong,
Solely I endure this arduous journey
Huffing and puffing up a steeper incline
Hoping while hopping under an opaque cloud
In tunics stained I wiggle to the tune
Neither was it a he-goat ritual in Nyamaropa
Nor some covenants across tranquil waters of Gaerezi
See,
The battle was never lost in unforgiving fortress of Regina
Fury of fate had it I was a forerunner foreordained
To grow and never crow but watch you glow
A brother or a nemesis?
A hero or a villain?
No sour grapes,
Dear Jacob
Enjoy the music,
While I listen to the lyrics
Before the cherubim candidly I shall stand
Present my case of an Esau curse
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