The Emperor has a Glittering Golden Gown - 2025

The Emperor is happy, he is content,
For all again talk about his content.
The bombs have stopped for hour or day,
Job is done, world is saved, time to play;
The posse is here, coup-man, self-coup-man,
Chainsaw man, suck-up marshal of Pakistan,
Sleepy state fifty-one, lord of Chaosland,
The little one from fascism high-command,
A beautiful angel, a sack of white rice.
These fools, they dance or pay the price.
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The God King smiles to cheers of his court,
Future shareholders in his great resort.
Peace in our time, forged by mind sublime,
Unfettered by understanding’s paradigm;
Precedent, knowledge, cause and effect,
Foolish trifles, unworthy of respect.
Rationality, Pragmatism: false idols,
All who matter are his ego’s disciples.
Ivory tower denizens may bleat and cry,
But he has a country to prisonify.