The long unending chain of toadies all but goes on knees
To kiss the ground beneath the Caesar’s feet divine,
And masses spineless fawn o’er him with lolling tongues canine,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
His laurels, rank, and destiny, his power, throne and crown,
Anoint him with, then gladly they press on him their leash.
Teeth glittering, widened lips, resounding, deafening claps,
At every single dropping word from Caesar’s lips divine.
Then tail-like wag all tongues; sweeter than honey spread,
Cloying, unctuous, authentic, invented compliments.
They truly lie and truly please the head that wears the crown.
Their words and praise rise not from heart from lips downwards they drop.
Bravo! Stinging and biting, inverted compliments,
Impressive speech, well-worded, and what fine sentiments!
You think you know then all you need of countless regiments.
We live by knowing where to bow, and smile, fawn and kiss when,
The hallowed ground beneath his feet and selves how prostrate then,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
Our happy days and nights, we smiling live our lives, at Caesar’s feet divine.
By God we truly look our part with lolling tongues canine.
O you tigers of wrath! Your wars for liberty, produce dictators worst,
Today you have your Julius, tomorrow Augustus.
And what indeed is truth if not calibration?
Timeless, endless, meaningless ratiocination?