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Poor Napoleon
Poor Napoleon,
Only false empires
Are ruled by those
Of imperial dignity.
Such a pity,
The family, which declared you invalid
Would fancy your tastes,
And tour all that you stole,
When they were in a position
To be catered to.
And I stayed celibate
Until I could find the willing
Just to rape it below the level of consent.
I battled New York,
And expected it to hold me up,
When in cities that would battle me.
Like Nas taking the crown,
And accepting defeat.
Like weary monarchs
Who became consorts
To vindictive whores.
Like the vindictive whore
Which made the kingdom
Her empire.
Who described the empire,
And asked foreign princes
To reappraise what they had.
And sometimes
You have to repeat yourself,
When you have this much to say.
