Embroiled in drama,
The stench of rotting Liaisons,
Lay in your wake.

The poisonous fuel spreads at your passing.

You drop the torch,
Every bridge exploding in flame,
As the need of it expires.

Here's the problem, we all know;
The words have never matched reality.

The worms here are more intelligent than you give them credit for.

Those you've cultivated as allies have turned.
They see smoking wrecks you've left behind,
They don't want to see another.

You are almost done.
This reign of terror is ending.

Thus you must expound the lies,
But you didn't expect a rock.

I've been put through worse by better.

The pattern is set to repeat,
At least, finally -- it will be elsewhere.

As this is always … Your way.