owes his very existence
to constant friction
A child of turmoil is he
Can not exist in serenity
Peace is his kryptonite
So he pokes the hornet's nest
whenever his powers wane
and ravenously feeds
off the negative energy
supplied by
his growing legions of enemies
A dangerous game he plays
inciting tension's domain
but conflict is all he knows
and hatred his premium rocket fuel
Of course the poison spewed
will splatter him dormant eventually
as it has throughout history
on all rabid dog demagogues
This comforting assumption
is based on the calculation
our deranged captain
does not waste us first
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