Today I watched a man become the ruler of the world. 

With legions at his whim marching before him, 

He looked on with a dismal and faraway gaze

Winking and shooting index shots like J. Wayne amid a spastic bramble of snapshots. 

Those that preceded him, trembling and scoffing at the power he'd yield

As the torch was passed. They looked on as if beholding 

A funeral pyre, 

The forward-marching flag burning to the sound of great applause - 

Mass oblivion and delusion.