A life as a lie
Dedicated to self-aggrandizing falsehood
Ideas withered and dying on vines of wrath
Like the shelter of a decaying tin roof
A choice
To throw it all away in a fit of despair
Or to continue on
Parading a shell of self-parody
There is no meridian where here there lies dragons
Of course, I’m the asshole
The greater fool
Overvaluing things that others consider worthless
Tilting at windmills
Being eviscerated by those one wants to be most valued by
That Don Quixote moment
The incompatibility of the practical and the aesthetic
But if that is fate
Then manifest away
The greater fool I’ll be
And proud of it.
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