Quixote, pronounce the name how you will,
Ventures boy-like to land on the moon of
his want
His rocket science antique, his book in Delusion
font
His sidekick eyerolling at the nothing
gained, nil.
Q will do for you next his famous rescue
mission
Whisk his only sweetheart from what she’s
been doing
Who does quite nicely and doesn’t need
rescuing
And is all in his head, Herself and her
damsel position.
He joins the Q of all the Q’s on celebrity calendars
Face fierce, hand grand, shoulder bolder,
foot fit
A lunchbox legend in his own present tenses
His quill a keyboard, his helmet a colander
….
How long till he falls from his horse in a porridge
of bullshit
His backstory moondust, as he comes to his
senses?
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