'Tis said that Alexander as he gazed on his domain
Did weep upon the sighting that no conquests did remain
Thus speaks the gainful urging of the human soul's ambition
That attainment of possession grants inev'table attrition
So thought I as upon the sleeve of plastic my gaze rested
For from good sleeve had my ambition haply been divested
And as I looked upon past hour's loaf-containing sheet
I wept, for saw I there that there was no more bread to eat
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