Trumplestiltskin makes a deal
Opportunity his game
Turning all to gold and steel
Fortune fame his goal and aim
Precisely plotted are his footsteps
People pawns within his realm
Punching jabbing the boxer adept
When the podium he helms
False his vacillating candor
Mud is slung and then he smiles
To popularity he panders
Masterful this serpent’s wiles
A Midas of calamity
Rotating are his steadfast views
Unwise are those who fail to see
His selfless offer is a ruse
Renovated his facade
Blatant is his grand parade
Yet the brainless simply nod
And shout aloud at his charade
Fond of calling things tremendous
His words repetitive and rote
Calmly making thing contentious
The instigator who loves to gloat
Inconsequential is the truth
To those who plod along the path
Fondly follow the uncouth
And gladly trade all class for crass
Great the gold and huge the promise
This ruler…
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“ruler” being the operative word…we are ripe for a real dictator.
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