by Nick Gisburne
The emperor is truly entertained
Applauding at the roasting of his rule
Suggestive, and absurdly unrestrained
I mock him in the motley of a fool
His limitless libido is implied
Perhaps a little limper than before
And rumours that his energetic bride
Is woefully acquainted with his snore
The jokes, the japes, are crudely kicked around
They push and poke the limits of his wit
I nonchalantly wonder how they drowned
The ministers, found floating in a pit
He laughs until he strains to catch his breath
And thanks me with a slow and painful death
