Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident,...
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