AndreasThePimp

Kosymandias
Percy Bush Shelley

I met a fellow traveller from an antique land,
Who said--"one vast and trunkless leg of stone
Stands in the desart....Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered Kosage lies, whose grin,
His bug-eyed look, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well pink passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these brainless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Kosymandias, King of Pinks,
Look on my Works, ye Righties, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, Armstrong and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."