When has ever a butterfly gloated,
“Just look at my gorgeous colors”?
Never! She instinctively knows,
They’re not her doing or possession.
When has ever a man gloated,
“Just look at my amazing intelligence”?
Only if he’s ill with the delusion,
That he actually created himself!
Then build him a sacred temple,
~ A comedian’s stage!
N’ write him a ponderous pompous bible.
~ A comedian’s script!
N’ use his prophecies as wood,
To feed the fires of comedy routines,
Until all egos laugh themselves,
Free, out from their prisons of delusion!
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