A mighty galleon of my own making,
its keel laid with the finest tales of my achievements.
I was its captain, its crew, and its glorious cargo,
sailing a bathtub sea of self-regard.
The mainsheet of my importance billowed and blew
until a single pinprick of honesty
let all the wind out.
Now the planks of that magnificent vessel
are the raised beds for my vegetable garden,
and my profound achievements grow carrots and kale.
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