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My Own Ozymandias

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

I am not Oz, that kingdom fair,
That wizard's land,
That's terra australis.

I am not Ozzy, the Osbourne man
with family on TV
nor a Stryne mayte.

I am not Ozman, Agnes, pentecostal
The Chinese-speaker,
Nor a Turkish dynast.

I am not Sir Oz, nor any knight
I bear no armour-suit
Nor am blest by Queens.

My name is Ozymandias, writer of things:
Please read my works, make me not despair!

I am want to suiciding

O well! O well!
Why you are not having water?
I am failed in exam.
I want to suiciding.
Why you to be cleaned now?

O rope! O rope!
Why you are so weak?
She is not loving me.
I am having depression.
Why you are breaking now?

O poison! O poison!
Why you are not working?
My crops are not growing.
I am want to die.
But adulteration in everything.

O gun! O gun!
Why you are rusting?
Police are chasing behind me.
I not wanting caught alive.
Why I bought Chinese goods?

O ink! O ink!
You are running full.
You are saving me.
I am drowning in you.
What a relief!