The King is naked, dressed in nothing but delusion!
Vain and ego-bloated, he holds the world in confusion.
Yet in his court, not one soul dares the truth to bring:
That this poor wretch is, in fact, an incompetent king!
And if the rulers of the neighboring lands nearby
Should fail to meet his whims or satisfy his cry,
Our "little king" throws tantrums, stomps with all his might,
Threatening man and beast, itching for a fight!
Should fail to meet his whims or satisfy his cry,
Our "little king" throws tantrums, stomps with all his might,
Threatening man and beast, itching for a fight!
The subjects are divided, many drowning in denial,
Making me wonder if stupidity is now the latest style.
That the King goes naked is a fact long since known.
Cloaked in a mantle of lies, on a hollow throne,
He struts like a peacock, across the world’s stage,
Sowing chaos, destruction, and a blinding rage.
Despite being a burlesque and comical sight,
He remains on the throne, a leader of blight.
A feverish Narcissus, lost in his own spell,
A Citizen Kane, an emperor from hell.
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