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Nov 2012
I built this castle,
not by my hands
but by theirs.

I conquer foreign lands,
not by my swords
but by theirs.

I eat and ****,
not by my food nor women
but by theirs.

I'm lost in exotic luxuries,
not by my gold
but by theirs.

I do enough to keep the fools foolish,
the ignorant ignorant
and the weak weak.

That is why they call me King,
and I call them mine.
Written by
Toby M Noble  New York
(New York)   
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