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Chomolungma's Complaint

I want to live solitarily 
High above the scenery 
And so I did for quite some time
Until one day they began to climb
And finally reached the top of me

That was Nineteen Fifty-Three
When messrs Norgay and Hillary
Committed their grave crime
And gazed upon my face

But I will have my revenge on thee
So that you will leave me be
I'll cut down hundreds in their prime
You will know the final word is mine 
And all of you will see
That you must learn your place

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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