Fie,
Bard!
I’ve been called worse.
Regarded as less.
Go fuck yourself –
You dead wanker.
Tired of abuse,
Slung from my lessers.
Flipped positions.
Dualities Of Man.
But you could hardly dream,
Of my present.
Your future.
All Human knowledge;
Glass square inside my pocket.
Shoo,
Plebian!
Droll.
Fie!
Fie, Bard!
