We dreamed our dreams, we made our plans, 
We started to rebuild, and strong -- 
Our fame had spread across the lands, 
But then the whole damn thing went wrong 

As we, the builders, put down tools 
To fight off knaves, and thieves, and fools 
Who drank unhappiness in casks 
And laughed at uncompleted tasks 

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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