For Percy, our very own, all-round bigheaded prat.
Write.
Write, little boy,
Build a castle of air,
With no one inside,
Just you and your lies,
And no one to harm,
To hurt or harass,
You, for being the best.
Write little boy,
Answers you know,
On papers to make,
You a rich man,
Just a few lies,
No one will see,
That it's untrue.
Write little boy,
Build a life of words,
Written down,
By quills in ink,
No one will think,
That it's all a lie,
When it's written.
Write little boy,
Build a card house,
Of essays and papers,
No reason to live,
In the real world,
When you can live,
In a world you created.