thoust draws thine

You want to see my shape cut?

I care not.

Can you tie a proper knot?

Does your patience stand the test

of sailors hoisting masts?

When this I don, it is my pleasure.

Yours, sir? It matters naught.

I know it pleases thee, such from this do I draw your reaction.

Lie down. Lay down. Bow at my altar.

For what I do is for me and not for thee.

Cowards of necessity cower in my wake;

and, from me, you produce not a single shake.

Make yourself and leave me to be what Æ wilt.

My impatience becomes me and makes the Fool of thee.

Know your place because I find mine sans shame.

Hush.

You speak of power; but, from me thoust draws thine.

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