I hung my wig, old and Moth ridden on the wall, Then walked to clean up Down a long forsaken hall Dirty and smelly, the water cold I felt so lonely and empty, but The rent wasn’t much at all I sat on the throne; I was King Tut My life, my good life passed Right before my cloudy eyes Tears began to well up I thought of all the goodbyes There was a day I could rattle chains Cause people to stop and turn Success after success followed me You would think that I would learn But power is power and To have it is often fine, but I wanted more and then more Soon it was the end of the line I was besieged by my enemies They threw me out in the streets I disguised myself and left town There was no one I wanted to meet I became a vagrant When my money ran out A fallen hero, unclaimed I had lost all of my clout I finished; returned to my room Laid down on my musty bed I was found there the next morning The sad one was now dead Stanski April 24, 2020^
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Steve Haarman 