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[the_grimner]

A fig upon this situation
Of which I seem ever in yoke
Damn those Gods that saw me fit
As their private cosmic joke.
For it seems the Drama Queen
Saw my life as fitting King
Ceasing seldom to provoke
Yet new pains for me to choke.
Like a puppet on a string
I am dragged across the stage
Quoting lines of silly play,
Of whose outcome I have weaned.
I feel victim of a gag,
Which dispenses mirth and Humour
For who's wont of a punchline
When they have a punching bag?
Might as well just spread the rumour:
"Come and see the gods' own freak
Turn him round and have your kicks
No remorse on his behind;
Try it, test him, you will find,
Sad he may be, but not weak.
Come and see the Gods' own freak!"

You, kind reader, will forgive
All the venom I keep spurting
But what else to do?, Mayhaps grieve,
Bitch and moan, and loose my cool?
No. 'Tis better, I believe
To use sarcasm as the tool
Upon which I find reprieve
Of the lot of being Gods' Fool.