The Game
A boring afternoon this is,
The dullness of the air and the quiet of the trees
Make up together a mundane aura,
The one of vacant emptiness and serene horror!
And I, a rapacious poacher of fame
Wander from site to site,
Keen on winning this elusive game;
The tussle between glory and nonentity.
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