I am the ruler of this
Kingdom. I may make or erase
Any Clock-tower. I may bathe
In honey. I may wear the bees
As my robe. My diamond Lenses
Let me see as far as I might
Dream. My crown is forged
Of Poets' bones, painted
A shining gold.
Yet all of this could be yours.
Grab a pen, have a seat,
Come usurp my throne.
Give me something to cry about,
To write [HOME] about.
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