to the faithful repertoire.

i amass myself of arguably the biggest proportions.
that of which may be rightfully mine.

i sought after things far too lofty for the common taste,
that of which is inexplicably hard to attain.

i stumbled and wallowed into what wasn't meant divine,
so foul, shamed and spoiled, as if mockery has been made in his pastimes.

i bow and end my curtains here,
the show's over, repertoire revered.