Another party , gathering
same faces , same kind
tiny , meaningless uprisings
small hearts , narrow minds
Storms in tea cups
tin pot kingdoms
overnight props
despairing fiefdoms
Mind games , pathos
small thoughts
Like pebbles , noughts
in ballooned egos
What does one live for
No real greatness
What does one die for
a fistful of largesse
Me , me , me and me
Just I exist , or should
No one else , could
Vie , vie , oh fie , vie !!
Such selfish chants
fill narrow
low brows
what a waste , such want
Thick pasty pancake
cakes the real fake
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