So many stories I could tellI had the world under my spellDoes this even ring a bell?I wonder becauseDon’t you know who I was?Interest in me dissipatedAll my methods antiquatedI’ve been cast awayLost and friendless today I made a name for myselfWhen one could do such a thingA reputation that’s heldTogether by stringAnd so I … Continue reading Last Weekend in Smyrna, Part 3: 4>1