Perhaps it's a point of pride:
the ability to look another in the eye
and say, "I am who I am,
no more and no less."
What goes before the fall?
The know-it-all boy
in t-shirt and scarf
sings a song on the brick
Pavement of the sidewalk.
A choral response from a playground
rings out through the town.
He flashes the devil's horns
And thinks, "Rock and roll."
The King in his own head
knows he rules this life
with neither scepter nor crown.
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