Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Beware the Man
Beware the man who tries to fit you outIn his idea of a hat.
Dictating the colour and the shape of it.
He takes your head and carefully measures it
Says of course "black's out"
He sees himself in the big black hat.
So you may be a member of the act
He makes for you your special coloured hat.
Beware!
He's fitting you for more than that.

Sam Hunt