*A Hymn to the Mighty Ego; Song of the Inflated Titan; Ode to the Pillar of Folly; Ballad of the Billionaire Buffoon.

O bloated king, ye gilded rod,

Whae struts wi’ bluster, vain and broad,

Thy grasp o’er men, both weak and awed,

Hath run amok!

Yet oft ye lead us doon a road

O’ sheer pukeluck.

When vanity doth coursin’ flow,

An’ sets thy bloated visage aglow,

It’s then thy folly we a’ do know,

A pompous beast!

But wi’ thy whims, whaur shall we go?

To doom or feast?

False master o’ grand schemes gone wild,

Oft hast thou claimed the world beguiled,

Yet all thy schemes are childish-styled,

Wi’ hollow cheer,

While honest toil lies rank an’ riled,

Left tae the rear.

A double-edged, ignoble blade,

Whose whims hath mony a mind betrayed,

Yet in thy quest for pow’r displayed,

Thou art sae vain!

For mony a soul hath been dismayed

By thy domain.

Ye cast dark shadows, bleak an’ fell,

O’er halls where truth once used tae dwell,

An’ fill the air wi’ lies that swell,

Wi’ grand deceit,

Like fascist kings wha’ tolled the bell

O’ grim defeat.

Wi’ wagging tongue an’ empty cause,

Thy gospel rings wi’ false applause,

The mob doth cheer, but dinna pause,

Blinded an’ lost.

Tae march in step, wi’ nane tae gauze,

At dreadful cost.

Ye plunder earth wi’ greedy hand,

And lay waste seas, an’ burn the land,

Proclaiming riches, falsely grand,

Yet still ye crave!

While futures frail slip through the sand

Tae early grave.

O mighty prick, thy reign is nigh,

Wi’ towers built on gilded lie,

Yet history’s hand shall ne'er pass by,

Nor grace thy name,

For tyrants fall, an’ fools must die

In dust an’ shame.

Sae here’s a toast tae thee, proud fool,

The bluster, greed, an’ childish rule!

Wi’ ruin’s breath an’ broken tool,

We mock thy game.

A curious blight tae mortals, cruel,

Wi’ naught but shame.

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