Beware of MegalomaniacsBeware of MegalomaniacsBeware of Megalomaniacs
Till now, closed were my eyes, When a roll of the dice, Threw a spanner in the works, And dropped in a rude surprise.
A little cog was I in the wheel, With the daily grind, I continued to deal, When, from the thorns, sprouted a little rose, And my cog, I turned with greater zeal.
Suddenly, Sheba's Queens showed their wrath, And the megalomaniac minions started on the warpath, Stripped away was the rose, sprouting even more thorns, Opportunities became presents of the past.
With a rude jolt, I opened my eyes,
