You Got No Cards

You think you’re riding high, so high falutin’: the fact is, you’re the dumbest ox in town. There’s no-one as unfunny as a clown: reforming is a thing, but you’re just looting. Repudiating allies while you’re rooting for enemies will never earn the crown you crave: and, in advance of sitting down, you showed your hand. You gave the game to Putin. Stupidity does not deserve excusing. It takes a man to take his share of blame, a thing you’ll never do. You have no shame. Your hand-picked team are taking drugs and boozing, already reconciled inside to losing, because (like you) they ever knew the game.