oh dearest leader
my dear
precious leader
your presence eludes me
and your body is out of my grasp
dearest leader
i have no feet to grovel at
i was the best at groveling
i was your number one groveler
and now i’m nothing
i’m nothing without you
your successor is sure to replace me
i am the smithers to your burns
you were my existence
i lived for you
and only you
and now i cease
to live
and refrain
from existence