Fiddler's Retribution Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In three days
Your empire will scatter and collapse
Like a bag of M&M's spilled out and scattered
M&M's all of one color
So are not selected, are disfavored in lieu of variety

I made a prediction
May or may not be fiction
You can stuff yourself with information
But if you never digest it all and are unable to produce it outwards
It's a useless action

In useless days
Among bits of collapsing America
I was struck by his reluctant vestibule
He no longer goes to work and commands all output from one dim corner

Corrupted sociological intent is life's work
Look at what he's done
The audience for this no longer exists
Because the society no longer exists
(If it ever did exist)