You praised me for my words when
They supported your own.
You held me in the highest esteem,
And set me upon a gilded throne.

And when you asked for more,
I obliged and wrote another.
I worked for days and hoped again
To be treated as your brother.

But when I finally finished,
And presented to you my theory,
There was no brotherhood to be had,
And I became quite weary.

You screamed at me and threw me out.
Tore down my gilded thrown.
I had gone against your own ideas,
And you left me quite alone.

I only meant to give you what you had
Once requested and praised.
I had only meant to help the people
Become enamored and amazed.

But now I see my folly,
And plan to make no more.
My work will be only for myself,
For I’d rather be right than adored.