In grace, he laids
or think he deserves
all wealth, all praise
for being himself
how wrong could he be
So short and ugly being
uncharming fiend
so relaying in position
he delights himself
speeches of past glory
of days far gone
the old man craves for more
status and money
call him like honey
Your Excellency, yes, sir
no orthographic mistakes
so perfect in the mirror
the old man sees himself
no wrinkle, no flaw
no dissident on the crowd
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