The Emperor has Farted

He sent the empress to the front lines
the whore in his world of anime times
he has no ink in his quill
his pencil is limp
his mind empty, gone, done, imploded
empathy he never owned
oh he stole it once from an old lady
and gave it to his mistress of many pounds
his few coins in his purse
all fake
now the circus is wise
and the clown no longer on the make
poets laugh, chuckle and mock
the silent moron, who thinks
he has hidden within their flock