The empty suit, filled to the brim,
With arrogance, so stark and grim.
A mind that wanders, lost at sea,
Adrift in tides of vanity.
He struts the stage, with chest puffed high,
And spouts pronouncements to the sky.
His words, like feathers, light and frail,
That scatter wide, and then just fail.
He takes the credit, basks in praise,
While chaos reigns, in countless ways.
The projects falter, plans unwind,
But blame deflects, to all mankind.
He trusts his gut, that treacherous guide,
That leads him onward, doesn’t hide.
Ignoring facts, and expert pleas,
He sails along, upon the breeze
Of self-belief, so strong and bold,
With stories often falsely told.
The more he fails, the louder he brays,
Convinced he’s destined for better days.
Incompetence, a potent brew,
Combined with hubris, shining through.
A dangerous mix, for all to see,
That threatens progress, sets him free.
So watch him closely and you’ll find
All the wreckage he’s left behind.
For power unchecked, and ego grand,
Can sink a nation, place the land
Upon a precipice, so steep and wide,
Where truth and reason ever slide.
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