Nytheone Matt

Lastly a man can stand tall
At that a man can crash and fall
A fall that lasts, attacks and sprawls
A fall that smacks back, cracks and crawls
That man can cast a wand
That man can ask what all twats want
That man may carry arms and flags
All a fad, all a drag
That man may lash at walls
Aghast, cataract whack and smack
And always stay small
And always appall