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I asked him gently, “My friend, why park your chariot in a spot meant for the displayed?” The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock, and snapped, “What do you want from me?” For a heartbeat, my ego whispered, “Ask him for a million dollars… and maybe his watch too.” But my soul nudged me and said, “Calm down, dervish. He is already poor poor in wisdom.” So I smiled and replied, “It is my spot, brother. Reserved for those who are shown, not those who only show off.” He stood there, confused, trying to translate the language of humility using the dictionary of arrogance. Rich in metal, poor in meaning a Rolls Royce driven by a man still searching for first gear in his soul.
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Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
The Gilded Driver
It started with a starter coat A bigger figure I mind not to trial and fine Be where it may bury little Collides you in'nt a song Wild blue child cry joyful blizzards None the sames Pre ambles Rent Stomp bump Legible roll
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
And Now