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Beware delusions of grandeur

When you strive towards your goal

Making loads and loads of money

As the Devil buys your soul.


You may achieve great things

In this fleeting, temporal life.

You may create big buildings

And land a trophy wife.


They may even erect a statue

For you, and you alone,

Showing, of course, your best side

In marble, glass or stone.


After all, ‘you have a reputation to maintain’

Even when you’re dead.

But you’ll always have a pigeon

S(h)itting* on your head.


* If you’re sensibilities are offended, treat the ‘h’ as silent

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