Throne of Deceit

In the depths of a throne, where shadows play, A figure sits, in a suit of gray. Joe Biden smiles, with papers in hand, As money rains down, like a corrupt land. The chair, a symbol of power and might, With spikes that pierce, like a dark knight. The red tie, a symbol of deceit, As he reads on, with a wicked treat. The room, a chamber of dark design, Where corruption reigns, and truth declines. The money falls, like autumn leaves, As the figure sits, in a throne that grieves. The artwork speaks, of a world astray, Where power corrupts, and truth decays. A commentary on the state of our land, Where greed and power, hold a wicked hand. The image screams, of a world in pain, Where corruption reigns, and truth is vain.