Last night
I met the Duke
He stole a hunnerd dollars.
The Earl, that dwarf
Passed out in his chair.
The Duke is a boor
The Earl is a scholar
Who was I when these
Men held me up to myself?
Prince? Pauper? Tinker? Tailor?
Scoundrel? I may never know.
...but I held my drink and
didn't have to thieve and was kind
to the service and paid my tab.
What else, this life lived well?
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