He went in search of riches
In custom-tailored suits,
He grew close to the bottom-line
And refereed disputes
Until he was the one in charge,
His words consulted orbs,
His name appearing in the crawl,
On CNN, in Forbes --
And though he touches time and space
He still his old home visits
To feel again the dream he had
He'd one day have
No limits
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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