The giant seemed smaller (as trite as a pun)
compared to his ego which blocked out the sun
he brought back the polecat (as quick as a flash)
to foul the place rotten for even more cash
neglecting his stable (as bookmakers do)
of proven performers for malcontents who
were anxious to scurry (as rodents before)
with all of his profits for some other score.
Are You Reading Me?
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