He’s the number one, top dog
Always best in class
Sits quietly satisfied
As smoke is blown up his ass
Everyone else plays in the mud
Whilst he lounges on the grass
In between sips of champagne
Smoke is blown up his ass
Whilst everyone struggles to get in
He always gets a pass
Head held high at the gate
As smoke gets blown up his ass
A nose, again, turned brown
From impressing all the brass
It’s difficult to focus
With all the smoke blown up his ass
Smiling teeth a-gleaming
A halo as clear as glass
Powered by all the steam
Of the smoke blown up his ass
For the great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearances, as though they were reality.
Niccolo Machiavelli
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that I am me. Why would I want to be someone else? Why would I be anyone else? Good or bad – I am me.
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