Alright, in retrospect, it might have just been a Napoleon complex thing. It was good poetry. I'm just cynical.
Metaphor to simile, connecting things that were never meant to be connected. Maybe I'm just out of touch, an archaic remnant of the renaissance men who used to dominate pop culture. As the hip, new, scattered beats gallivant wildly, I'll stay here, with my ABAB rhyme schemes and my iambic pentameter. Maybe it'll come back around, like the eighties.
Alas, it seems I am behind the times,
When all that I can pen in wrote in rhyme.
Goodnight.
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