Julius Caesar, was a pompas *****, who consumed and never gave A pudgy little waif of an excuse for a man Cleopatra, wasn't a visual beauty, She had wit, and the gift of gab I was her hand maiden I would know Technology?! We are so primitive in this age, Ha! Nero, History painted a vague, and awful picture of a great man of men Indeed, My Nero, did dance at the fall of Rome Because we all would dance, at the loss of ignorance He was beautiful, I loved him And of DaVinci? His mind was offset He was GREAT His was a traveling soul and mind Leonardo, looked God himself in the face And grinned He was GREAT, as was his son His son, painted a book It resides in the Vatican Library Check if you will With your "Google" Your generations wonder of mysteries, You haven't a clue Time isn't linear It Is always And I grow tired Hoover, a Hunter He knew of us And we hid Shielding ourselves in shadows And lies We are here We watch Wait....