To be man with aspirations
Of power, wealth, and fame
Is just to be a failed dragon.
Here, let me explain:
A dragon spends its day
Making money and making noise
And sits in its lair in the evening
Counting billions of new toys.
If a human does the same
And becomes a zillionaire
He still won’t be a dragon.
The dragon says “so there.”
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should.
Sometimes a bit of faking it
Will lead to something good.
Take football for instance,
Fourth down and five to go.
Sure, you can punt the ball,
But it makes a lousy show.
Likewise, if with your partner
You’re perfectly free to
Wear those dirty sweatpants, but
Why not show the very best you?
So run the ball and dress the part,
And let the record show
That it’s the corners of your mouth
That show far you can go.
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