Here I am, I'm a human
fragile, and, oh, minuscule
am I bound to rot, or am I fit to rule?
Am I royalty, or, the courthouse fool?
Did I pull my way through those years of school
to live my life as a common mule?
I drool, and, I fuel, my
distaste and malcontent
with haste, this monument
this tool, I rise.
I compromise.
What's the difference.
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