The Master of Disguise

Meet the man of the hour, The scourge of the town. Born atop an ivory tower, But cast all others down. Daddy went from rags to riches, By the sweat of labor's back. Was inherited by young britches, After suffering a heart attack. Up he climbed the social ladder, To rub elbows with the gentry. Every day grew a little madder, After denying him his entry. With empty soul and ego full, Bought counsel fraught with sin. Selfishly then used his pull, To bribe some to let him in. Once inside, he forged a plan; As the Master of Disguise. Corrupting every thought of man, With a cunning set of lies. Perpetuated on the daily news, The seed of doubt had spread. Convincing many of his views, Is how dissembling was bred. Now a Nation's torn apart, You can still hear his laughter. The Richter scale is off the chart, No telling what else he's after.