We become what we speak.
We are what we think.
You pursue achievement, your body odor
and the perfume you wear smells sweeter.
You who belittled me, get a load of me now.
Mind you, you haven't seen nothing yet.
From Corsican whore, I made the leap
to Parisian darling.
Today the Bastille.
Tomorrow the Bonaparte.
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