What did you shout in the tunnel?
Who's left to listen down there?
As you fled underground
Was the only sound,
Footsteps and mad wheezes for air?
Were you always a pantomime villain,
To have planned such a textbook escape?
Now it's behind you King Lear,
All the violence and fear;
The passage's end taking shape.
How loud will you shout from your hiding?
It's harder to hear you from there.
Such a noisy recluse
Could well swing from a noose;
A sore throat's now a thing to beware.
Will you withdraw your ill-gotten investments?
Pension-off one last change in regimes?
From Colonel to Field Marshal,
A promotion impartial;
Bumps up final salary schemes!
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