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    Monday, November 05, 2007  

POEM: Meeting Me

Come meet with me,
And I will tell you how to act and who to be.
Contribute ideas I want to compare.
You are so privileged to be breathing the same air.

During the meeting, you will see
What it really means to be me.
Don’t bother me with too many questions,
But rather you may offer an occasional suggestion.

Your time is mine to waste as I wish.
My thoughts are always more than your gibberish.
I create my own world with my words.
It is always as I say, not what you think you heard.

In my presence, I am king.
I can decide to do anything.
I define what the limits are.
I will determine how high to set the bar.

Consider yourself fortunate to be with me this long,
Not many can stay and sign my song.
Yes, you are invited to witness my glory.
I may do you wrong, but I never have to say I’m sorry.

You may be excused to go back into your hole.
Just remember who here has ultimate control.
Do as I imagine and get things right.
And next week, you might be invited back into my light.


Marcus Tylipus
October 17, 2007

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