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Why is it the things that

I should be asked

Are overlooked

And overbooked

Without my input.



Am I not who I am

Am I not the gram?

Am I not the song

To the tune you rang

So why now disregard

Am I but here as façade



The title of my name

Inflicted by defame

When I am misused

Or not at all

For the meaning

Is but gleaning

Away



I will step in

I will defend

My name

I will reclaim

my fame

I will repossess my power

That you pilfered

With one firm still word

Victory will be heard

As an echo in the cavity

Of time un held by gravity

Or any restraint of persuasion

You may try

Too late it is over

Goodbye