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His nostalgic wealth still stinks strongly on him:
The rusted gold  on  his  neck   and  fingers, 
Sliver  cap he wears, they vouch  for  his  past;
Lord  Gaga was  once  a  fabulous   man.

In his  fall ,Gaga becomes  a  dead  gaint
And   many   call  him a fallen  angel  ;
He  now  has followership in jestry,
They come to laugh at  his buffoonery.


His calamity started that same day ,
The very  day he raped his two sisters
Who later went to their father's  graveyard  
And asked the dead  to  judge  accordingly.


First he lost his strenght and his memory  
Then  fire razed  down  his farms and his estates
The dead  put  hate  between him and his wives
Who  now   with   their  children  abandon him.


Today lord Gaga sleeps by  the goat side  
So everybody comes to  learn  from him
And  when  one has the trait of pride they warn :
Lord  Gaga was  once  a  fabulous   man.


Kayod5
Iambic Pentameter
A fictitious character 2
Dec 20th,2014.

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