i know you are, but

5 Mar

you’ve built that wall

that keeps out the scum

and towers that tempt the devil

and you toss and turn in the middle of the night

but you can never manage

to keep it on the level

you are the king of your world

i know you are, but at what cost?

as the trumpets sound and the drums roll

more is lost with each and every blow

i am in awe of this gaudy translation

this tacky creation which stings the eyes

i can see you glaring at me from on high

yes, i know you are

but what am i?

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