The Emperor Has No Clothes
Content warning: Just so everybody knows,
this contains political commentary, including low blows.
Feel free to ignore it or thumb up your nose;
otherwise, Dear Reader, please indulge in my version of
The Emperor Has No Clothes.
I should have seen it coming, should have supposed
the day would finally get here when the Emperor was exposed.
Our Emperor looks good enough in tailored suits from behind,
but his words are not necessarily correct, nor always kind.
Now the gig is up and the people are no longer blind,
when Emperor speaks, they see an empty, naked mind.
“Nothing to worry about, no worse than the flu.”
Sorry, sir, but I don’t think that’s what the experts told you.
Asked: “What do you say to people frightened of it?”
“You are a terrible, unfit reporter,” was the Emperor’s edict.
To blame the prior emperor was really sick and a shame.
Does the Emperor really believe he is hosting his own TV show or game?
I believe being human requires some degree of empathy,
so I desire that the Emperor exhibit more truth and sympathy.
All that doesn’t matter now,
it was bound to take place.
One in a long string of assaults
against the human race.
Of all the craziest ideas, I surmise the most absurd
is that this is germ warfare designed to thin out our herd.
I can dish out some bluster and don’t speak with impunity,
but I'll say there is this thing called herd immunity.