He was the king of culture. He scattered
Quotations like confetti. What mattered
To him, didn't appear to be taken
Seriously. He was labelled a faker
By those who didn't get his clever jokes;
That were filled with many meanings, and poked
Fun, at the moribund establishment.
I liked his style. He would never relent.
O it seems he passed away way too soon,
But he inspired a thousand flowers to bloom!
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