A man isn’t a man without being a fool,
At least that’s what the Fool learned in idiot school.
He began a money-infatuated ghoul
Chomping on the corpse of another greedy mule.
He soon grew morbidly obese on such fuel,
Then capered on to Fame’s self-deluding gruel
(Which turned half his tiny brains to stiffened stool).
All that power, women, and riches made him cruel
And he began to see all of life as a duel.
“Never lose, say ‘sorry,’ or forgive, and you’ll rule,”
He said, “Remember, your world is my private jewel.”
Then smiling men of stratagems made him their tool
And wiped his chin when he’d rather frequently drool.
Their hots for him have only just begun to cool.
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