He's a corporate leecher.
Disguised as a preacher.
There to rhyme with poetic lines...
To define a satisfied ego!
Aging an outdated purpose.
As he masks his flight to recite,
Prose of those poor and burdened.
Upon the irreplaceable wings of a true giant,
He seeks to feed a dimishing spotlight.
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