A lonely lackey claims a throne:
A peasant traitor to the bone;
A peasant who’s impressed with gold;
A coward who pretends he’s bold.
The teeniest hands in all the lands;
The teeniest glands among the bands.
The frailest ego ever found.
The smallest heart to ever pound.
A shroom: Ka-boom! An ort of sorts.
The base proclaim his magic warts.
Eschews a fight that’s not a fix.
The courts are clogged with crappy tricks.
Now watch him crumble; watch him fold;
He’s frail and his tricks are old.
He’s flat and rancid as a toad
He’s stupidly squashed upon the road.
He cannot think from A to B;
Betrays his country easily.
Now Weenie’s caught; he can’t be taught.
He does not do coherent thought.
He’s too inept to fairly race.
Instead he hides behind his face,
A mango face with wobbly head
He whimpers; cries of “foul!” Instead.
It’s he himself who’s truly rank
A Fraud as big as Deutsche Bank.
He sucks the wealth of everyone.
But now at last his time is done.
He’s needless slain a host of lives
To compensate, he feints and dives.
He rants and raves; corrupts; depraves.
He likes to rape the younger slaves.
His daddy never showed him love;
Kowtows to every Putin shove.
He felt a quiver and a thrill.
When Putin ordered him to kill.
But soon the people will arise
Vote out the Vichy Putinate!
The People all with open eyes
Will oust the King of Agitate.
(A myth about what happens when insatiable greed is combined with lying).
(A series of tales that features ethical, empathic, & effective leadership in times of crisis and uncertainty. Our tale begins as the leader of the Veritas seeks an eventual successor so she devises a series of seven trials that mainly test empathy.)