Behold the dragon come alive:
not breathing fire, but spewing jive
and nonsense from its rubber lips,
and poison from its finger tips!
It cannot speak except to squawk,
and is too pendulous to walk,
except some strutting to and fro
in front of mirrors it loves so.
Its cave is strewn with blood and guts
from enemies who think it nuts
and dared to speak against its rule
or worse, declared it just a fool
a puppet slung on rotted strings,
who dances while its master sings
and fiddles while the free world burns
to ashes those who never learn.
Enough! This beast will eat us whole;
It has no heart, or mind, or soul,
but lives to ravage, burn, and loot,
and tear the world up, by the root.
How can we slay this fearsome beast,
or lock it in a cage, at least?
There is one way, one way alone:
chip at the mirrors on its throne,
and don’t repeat its callous cries.
Ignore it, and this foul thing dies!
Without its ego, it deflates
and will slide through the sewer grate.
14 APR 2025
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