The Mad Emperor

 THE MAD EMPEROR

The emperor struts his stuff

Into the gaudy throne room

He ordered constructed

For this rite of passage.

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He flaunts his bulging bulk

Toward the golden throne,

Smiling as he plods

The long red carpet.

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Long ago we mocked him.

We laughed at his gilded face.

We thought we were better than him.

We thought we were stronger than him.

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But the emperor knew better.

He knew we were crawling cowards.

He knew we would grovel and whimper

Before him like whipped dogs. 

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So now we bend the knee

And bow down low as he passes.

He extends his pudgy fingers

And smirks haughtily as we kiss the ring.

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And no one dares tell him

That he is naked,

For we all know

The emperor is mad.