I am not the King of the Machine

infernal and guileless as a snake


but I do proclaim myself a Golden Mean

whose spirituality puts me on the take


how frustratingly ironic

that to rise we must fall


and that our sin is the tonic

that precedes the fatal last call


if my liver could stand it

I'd drink to our health


and I less than you would comprehend it

our proclamations are but soul's self-serving stealth


for we are no Kings of the Machine

and none of us a perfect Golden Mean....





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