What happens - when a tired titan shrugs -
to planets that are resting on his shoulders?
Their denizens - by volume, mostly bugs,
those organized, by genus, into folders,
are bound to coin a phrase for the occasion:
"The Earth, it moved for me. You felt it too?"
While others, of a different persuasion,
will shrug it off themselves, like much ado,
and claim the planet's resting on a turtle,
no, not at all the shoulders of a man,
however virile, vigorous, or fertile,
no man can stand alone, stick to the plan,
and use big words, like struggling and fightin'.
Though secretly, they wish to be the titan.
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