See me for who I am,
A monster of an empty land,
I have no future, I have no face,
An engineer of wasted space,
I knew power, I knew fame,
But nothing's ever true to name,
A butterfly of empty air,
Dark deeds of a dungeon lair,
Obsessed with knowledge and quinoi,
Oui, je chante "Mort au roi! "
A runner with exuberant highs,
I just want you to question why,
I was only, ever, risible,
To what humor was visible,
Get the falsies out of you head,
Try to live before you're dead.
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Well thought out and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Lee.