Your face to the world is bigger than mine.
You sit and listen as if all is fine.
Your banner hangs to advertise your sign.
You see a ball on a golden crown divine.
The brotherhood claims she might resign.
They integrated to keep her in line.
Their global efforts strangle her like vine.
This is all in the name that she is mine.
Another attempt at monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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