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 corpses of every greedy mule.
He soon grew morbidly obese on such fuel,
Then groveled on to Fame’s self-deluding gruel,
Which feed turned his tiny brains to stiffened stool.
All that power, young women, riches made him cruel
As 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 his hatreds made him drool.
Their hots for him have only just begun to cool.
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