Mr. Pipsqueak,
self-proclaimed as a wise man,
dodged all the critics and the contempt,
for the pearl he created,
was bigger than the sin he made
he paralyzed the foxhound,
with his (perhaps) phantasm sight,
by no love towards his kin,
he begged for the Lucifer's sake,
to grow his devilish horn,
and conquer the remaining lake,
Alas! he stood upon the king,
defied him as if he is not the one,
and refused to kneel before him,
for he shall not stumble for anyone,
such a cold-hearted he was,
as his kindness dwindling,
so did his so-called pride,
sinking and failing.
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