The Emperor Dances

Some still rail against the best practices to fight the COVID-19 pandemic.

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The sycophants wore burning pants

their Emperor provided,

while his new clothes amazed all those

who had been undecided,

who stopped their chants and quit the dance,

although severely chided

by those who kiss the spot of bliss—

the Brown Nosers United.

Once in his trance, they’d ride his lance

(their actions unrequited),

and tighten screws on those whose views

were heretofore misguided,

or else advance a sweet romance

toward miscreants elided—

an avalanche of sweet finance

ensuring doubts subsided.

Not just by chance all took the stance

their Emperor decided

and all the oysters in their cloisters

on the beach abided,

while in their prance none looked askance

as they were quickly guided

(mere food for votes, grabbed by their scrotes)

on dinner plates, united.

A quick glance at their party’s manse

showed followers invited.

Not just a few got COVID new

where Emperor presided.

Don’t stop the dance, keep up the prance

(on this they were one-sided)

and wear no mask—that’s treason’s task!—

although poor tidings bided.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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