When bicker, gripe and avarice
Infiltrate the bottom line
Where promises made are undercut
In a pigpen barbed with twine
Every strong link bond is cast aside
For the selfish fleeting gain
In a gold rush grab to steal the march
Leaving grandeur sought in vain
There sits the naked emperor
Riding high on a king’s commode
Saving time whilst dumping excess
A restroom ploy that overflowed
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