You settle and amend
Because I condescend,
You have no name
Unless I say I am;
First maker, then mime
Begin all rhyme
No fool like an old fool
I create names
And I make sense
Even of your flatulence,
You are real
Because I smell:
You play my games
Have it your way
In a world of worms
You are the last
Who keeps my terms;
You hold so fast
Because the demise
Of art is my demise
No fool like an old fool
Don’t be so simple.
In my left hand
I hold the apple
Which worms demand;
That diet tends
My dexterous pen
Have it your way
Like a lover
You are won over
By my disguise;
The holy fool
Feeds your soul
His paradise
No fool like an old fool
My garden bids
The rankest weeds
Flourish; what flares and fades
Quickens the seed
Of my regard;
I have the last word
Have it your way
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