And who would have thought
that nice harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcies
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorists and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vices
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards