It’s all smoke and mirrors,
he declaims in Caesar's voice.
Do nothing until you hear from me.
The yokels weep sincere tears.
Women get wet and men tumesce.
He mounts a gilded Mercedes,
glances over a shoulder with disdain,
and motors away, counting the take.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
It’s all smoke and mirrors,
he declaims in Caesar's voice.
Do nothing until you hear from me.
The yokels weep sincere tears.
Women get wet and men tumesce.
He mounts a gilded Mercedes,
glances over a shoulder with disdain,
and motors away, counting the take.
