Paper Thin Men

gathering all unto themselves
of rare and worthless pricey things
that shine, that glare and gleam
the gems, necklaces and rings

a cache unto themselves
for ends unbeknownst en masse
yet secrets slither under doors
igniting into bonfires at last

all of this unto themselves
the hoggish hoard kept within
behind illusion's own grandeur
and a fleet of paper thin men

what words held unto themselves
blatant deceptions from the crown
while they march their armies on
and on straight into the ground

all the fuss unto themselves
for pompous pride and regard
to conjure past those days of old
and bend thy knee to "Me Lard"

all of us unto themselves
behind the flag, apple pie and amen
a great dream, yet only dreamt
'tis the way of the paper thin men