Willow Wisp Oldest Joke In The Book
Carry on objects of mindless objectivity
You fail to remember your loss of life
Never shall you inspire any authenticity
The world could do without your ambition less vice
Sneering at what you admire
I have already acquired what you may only desire
Your ammunitions a pitiful drop of water
Unable to extinguish my fire
Raging inferno, my path unbarred
laying brick to construct an empire
The oldest joke in the book
Is the mirror which mimics your invisible look
Does my cosmetic appliance baffle thee?
Forcing you to spit your venom of stupidity
Is reciting "Halloween is Over"
As creative as you can be?
Or are you beguiled by your talent less atrophy?
