Hymn of The Ascetic King and Sovereign Directory
- Mr. Tomasio Rubinshtein
- 15 hours ago
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The Directory
The Poem, "Hymn of the Ascetic King"
As a child I never fitted in,
With the rest of the human kids.
I was solitary, locking myself within,
A small realm whose solitude it brings.
My parents were heavily concerned,
How would I survive as an adult?
But an empire I built and respect earned,
Living by my own power to a fault.
Ahh... I pity those who must fit in,
To survive!
Keep their true selves hidden as a mean,
To navigate and thrive in the hive.
The ruler of a bunch.
I am satisfied through a modest lunch!
But the price I pay,
To rule another day,
Is to endure loneliness, to my dismay.
I keep only a few followers around my throne,
With this site as a common purpose.
Other than that, I keep being on my own,
The price of owning my own canvas.
Having friends require compromise,
That would've defied my own rise,
To power on my own sovereignty,
Away from the rest of society.
Ahh.... my rise to power,
Costed me friends, down the ivory tower.
But if I want to keep ruling another day,
I must keep secure and away.
Not needing much,
The ruler of a bunch.
I am satisfied through a modest lunch!
But the price I pay,
To rule another day,
Is to endure loneliness, to my dismay.
Ahh, the world is getting lonelier,
With isolating, technology!
Social connection lost to times far jollier,
Careers and/or matrimony.
People going their own way,
To survive another day.
And only few get to have a say...
While I answer to no one,
Not having to raise any son.
Many would blindly kill for my position to have won.
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