The Curse

I cursed Ezra and now he is following me everywhere I go Pound by Pound He is stalking my movements classics are not always good We set those upon pedestals Idols to false gods Cantos Cautiously Casting Coveting Shadows, cancers in nature upon me Every shelf filled with him the cursed have seen better days He was bought and now he is returned to the bins and shelves of the used the forgotten Masters to some, stale browned confusion to others...