Oompa Loompa, doompa-dee-Domme,
You built a throne but forgot the aplomb.
Preachy and poised with your trance and your glare,
But flinched when a mirror returned your own stare.
Oompa Loompa, doompa-dee-Dish,
Wrapped in control but ignored what we wish.
If you don’t honor the ones you entice,
You’ll end up ghosted—and paid half your price.
What do you get when you gaslight the smart?
Charge them for classes but tear them apart?
Think you’re the priestess, the queen of the game—
Then rage when the student won’t echo your name?
I don’t like the look of it. 😈
Oompa Loompa, doompa-dee-Dew,
Now you’ve been blocked and the silence is true.
You had a chance to be mythic, refined—
But played a control game and lost to a mind.
🎵
You’ll live with the echo forever, my dear…
The man who walked off—and left you a mirror.
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