The paper tiger roared his last meow
The patriots, all gone, returned to home
The Caesar, tell me, oh where is he now?
No rubicon was crossed, no siege of Rome
"The empire's safe" proclaimed the empty suit
Vacuously, he reads his teleprompt
The senators cower beneath their chairs
Putting the lie, at once, to all their pomp
But though the hoi polloi had hoped for more
Even believed their tiger heaven sent
The best they could have hoped for on that score
That he should serve as a blunt instrument
To shatter all illusions, as he did
So let us not begrudge his final bid
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