A Poem (obviously) By His Grace, Lord Westover
If you could see what I see in
you, trog, you would be astounded…
A
Universe of Noble possibilities…
A
new way of seeing…
A
new way of being!
Nay,
the thought of it must have you confounded!
But
your say: Me, a simpleton trog, filled with a Noble being?
If you could see what I see in you,
trog, you would stop “hatin’ on me.”
Indeed
you would cease and desist
Your
revenge motivated life of seeming bliss
Each
day bringing you nearer the fatal abyss
But
You say: I have defined myself by
depravity!
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| Lord Westover (obviously) |
Yes,
you have… (obviously)
What cost!
What travesty!
What Strife!
Blissful Depravity!?
If you could see what I see in you,
trog, you would at once stop your wicked ways!
For
what good are they! Each day more dirt from your life of variance
Day
by Day
Building
a tomb about your Noble self (and a dirt one at that)
Change
you would if you could see your noble presence!
And
be Gay!
