Cold shoulder
Inconvenient like a boulder
Growing your world colder
In the morning, in the afternoon
When you act like a goon
Believing prospects perambulate in your cocoon
The deeper you plunge into fantasy
Expecting specks of ecstacy
Only reaping and whipping foul fallacy
Every which way you turn
The more bridges you burn
The less happiness you earn
In the long run, megalomania hurts
The more nonsense your brain blurts
To your ego, your alter ego the more faith you invest in flirts.
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