i am the hero of my own life
without a family without a wife
but nevertheless plenty of strife
for want of wear i was lacking
the town i was sacking
my mind i was racking
another round into the chamber
of my sordid delight
no end in sight night after night
i burnt the candle at both ends
at once twice even thrice
removed from the reality
that affects mere mortals
i the hero
my very own nero
setting the world ablaze
in an Afghan hash haze
and all those sorry assed days
come to naught
for what i sought
could not be bought
or at least so i had been taught
by the esteemed grey heads
in tales told to the young
who were only young for a moment
in the time that was mine
but eternal the kernel
of truth that remained
to inform my soul
of a better daze and hazier ways
along my own private path
to heaven's gate
only to end prostrate
from the pain in my prostate
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