As the good Lord asks him to, he lives for every day.
But, because of his vocation, he is know as “Azy-cray”.
His views on our society, his theology in general,
Speak volumes of our worlds wrongs. He declares it, “quite ephemeral”.
His mind is bright with credible notion and reasonable speculation
To no avail, his position has merely led to degradation.
If he were, say, a doctor, or an honest politician,
His thoughts would earn their heed with a prosperous petition
He could spark a revolution or shepherd an uprising
He could disclose the wrongful things our leaders have been disguising
If he were more than what he is, there'd be consequence for crime
And with stout support, he'd take office. A hero in no time.
He'd be something special, there's no disbelieving that
The status of a legend long before he's rich and fat
But, alas, he's a simple Pig-Latin Speaker, living for today
A man who is content with merely being, “Appy-hay”
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