What barren ruin you have placed upon my future: Let me explain...
You have taken away my Excalibur,
broken my elder-wand,
You have stolen the spice from my desert dunes.
The fairy dust once shiny and full of wonder, now falls as dirt...
instead of magic flight, it weighs me down heavily.
You have robed me of my genie lamp
Taken with your greed! The rhyme from my poetry,
Indeed this poem deserves none, for you have removed