Mighty am I,
Standing over my kingdom:
The headlights beneath me are beneath me,
All the people beneath me are beneath me.
You've got it made is what they say,
And I look down at them from my balcony.
No stranger to heights am I,
And I have ascended to the greatest of heights.
No pity do I feel for the ground dwellers,
Though I have slept upon the ground many nights.
Hard work pays off, so they say,
And they say you reap what you sow.
These things I have grown, I once planted,
And I nurtured them so they would grow.
For all that I have I am thankful,
And all of my thanks go to me
For getting my knuckles all *****
To one day have a balcony
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
Mighty am I,
Standing over my kingdom:
The headlights beneath me are beneath me,
All the people beneath me are beneath me.
You've got it made is what they say,
And I look down at them from my balcony.
No stranger to heights am I,
And I have ascended to the greatest of heights.
No pity do I feel for the ground dwellers,
Though I have slept upon the ground many nights.
Hard work pays off, so they say,
And they say you reap what you sow.
These things I have grown, I once planted,
And I nurtured them so they would grow.
For all that I have I am thankful,
And all of my thanks go to me
For getting my knuckles all *****
To one day have a balcony
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