Just as you are not a prize
I do not await reward
Tis my Napoleonic code
I've crowned myself, I've thanked my lord
Just as you are not a suffix
Nor a prefix but a root
I am much more than a verb
Yes, I am a gust but through a flute
There is a clearness in your eyes
That tugs a war between your legs
And a mug, glugs with smugness -
Drugged from licking plugged up kegs
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