Business was booming since he’d ridden the goat
He’d got all his competitors by the throat
A breast bared to show a nice hairy chest
Trousers rolled up completed the test
Ostensibly now he worshipped Osiris
A god who’d see him through every crisis
The circle and star of his eminent lodge
Encouraged his access to every dodge
Secure at last as the master of craft
It had become so much easier to shaft
Those who thought to get by with honest graft
The detractors who sneered and said he was daft
Mentally challenged and ethically corrupt
By fair means or foul their lives he’d disrupt
Not realising the orders which came from above
Emanated not from brotherly love
He’d just become a cog in the wheel
A foot soldier to bring others to heel
The price he would pay in this game of life
Would eventually bring him nothing but strife
Sworn to the secrecy of his brothers code
He’d be sucked all the way down the road
Until one day he saw with great clarity
The evil he’d done with thoughtless enmity
As his presence became an embarrassment
His murder was deemed a suicidal event.
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