To Nero

life as a buoy incessantly I hate everything I allow you gave my ennui wings to fly i cannot escape it now wanton secretion of deadbeat marvel to swallow the midday sun you serve the depletion of society, larvel and newly beleaguered good fun as i, in fits grow crueler destroying all the ants that make up the popular punity a lonely single ruler will have the world he wants his epic world in unity my heart, with sand, grows orphic it cannot dim my art pondering can weigh my unheard glory my world in metamorphic colors trim my heart my duty is to make my critics sorry