I've been watching him for my entire life I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees, his words so Contrived And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside They hang on every breath, cling to his chest, home to his Heart Full of pride The oracle told him to beware the ides And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing for untimely death or Demise Or am I just wishing I could be like you? That the people would see me too as a poet And not just the muse