I saw him.
He was bird in a cage
had no wing, no feather
what was called Bob or Bill?
William or Peter?
Regardless of the name
ignore it; all are same,
whatever, no matter.
He sat tied to wheelchair
bald and weak, no power.
I recalled the first day
he shouted, I, scared
baby-goat seeing bear.
Hey man of wealth power
look around, yes you, you
the Mr. well-dressed,
Mr. sharp.
I tell you of my heart:
“With you I empathize.”
No, no, no, don’t insist
I will not mention name.
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