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Oh, the great and mighty Dragonfly. How he moves like no other, How he fights like no other, With any shark who would apply. With any shark who would apply, That great and mighty Dragonfly Would turn their angles right around. Before the ring, he’d beat them down. From every foe, he’s seen esteem. Astonished by his skill and poise, And in the minds of men and boys, He is the idol, hero, dream. Those who’ve yet to see him fight Have also yet to see the light, That new-age light that’s sparked late flames, And also snuffed unworthy names. They say that Mr. Dragonfly Has piles and piles of letters wrapped. Letters and letters of envy trapped, As many as of praise awry. Contrarily, in his own mind, He thinks eventually they’ll find The rumors should be flipped around And pedestal be taken down. For when arena lights are off Away from drunken cheer and quaff Away from praise aside of scoff The hero has no golden crown. He has no talent to be praised, No superpower to amaze, But just a body, flesh and bone, A mirrored face he’s never known.
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Dragonfly
Oh, the great and mighty Dragonfly. How he moves like no other, How he fights like no other, With any shark who would apply. With any shark who would apply, That great and mighty Dragonfly Would turn their angles right around. Before the ring, he’d beat them down. From every foe, he’s seen esteem. Astonished by his skill and poise, And in the minds of men and boys, He is the idol, hero, dream. Those who’ve yet to see him fight Have also yet to see the light, That new-age light that’s sparked late flames, And also snuffed unworthy names. They say that Mr. Dragonfly Has piles and piles of letters wrapped. Letters and letters of envy trapped, As many as of praise awry. Contrarily, in his own mind, He thinks eventually they’ll find The rumors should be flipped around And pedestal be taken down. For when arena lights are off Away from drunken cheer and quaff Away from praise aside of scoff The hero has no golden crown. He has no talent to be praised, No superpower to amaze, But just a body, flesh and bone, A mirrored face he’s never known.
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
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