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Whittling away

Chipping away

That dastardly, childish ego

Who believes he/she/it is real

Hahahaha

I'm a laughing gnome

Yet I really have no home

My friend, can't you see the stage

Upon which you now so nobly stand?

Can you not see the nose that sits

Between the eyes upon your face?

We are no more than

A cast of recycled characters

Thought up in the minds of

Some very sardonic, slightly bored

Gods

ML

'24, Aug. 01