His Great and Unmatched Wisdom

A madman holds the castle, Barking fiercely like a hound, A frothing, feral lunatic, Deluded, foul, unbound. A gut that’s fat with garbage, Bloated cheeks that crowd the eyes, A psyche weak, inferior, A tongue that’s fat with lies. His sunrise haps at evening, Night is day and west is east, His menu: Those around him, Swallowed whole, a glut’nous feast. Bereft of learned counsel, Self-inflated, tight and vain, His reign, the stuff of blighted fools, That leaves a wake of pain. So minions [...]

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