| You’re the wizard of was, becalmed in because
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| The nawab of no, with no place to go
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| A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past
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| The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year
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| Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken
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| The wear and the tear are easy to behold
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| Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man
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| A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay
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| Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke
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| The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers
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| Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy
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| You sit on your hands, 'til the trouble has passed
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| Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress
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| Trust once shared, is beyond repair
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| Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows
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| They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin
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| A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming
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| So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |