Roper

In C-suite seats,
Or elite retreats,
While eating meatless meat;
They delete defeats,
On balance sheets,
To pretend that they compete.
And this long end con,
With phony rated bonds,
Created by federal wands;
Spawns roper Don Juans,
Who pass infected batons on,
That lead to the wrath of Khan.
But don’t miss the grand illusion,
Or come to the wrong conclusion,
Proven by a last second substitution;
Where tearing up constitutions,
Will lead to mass confusion,
Ending in revolutions.