The secret society
Met at nine
In an undisclosed location
Near the shoreline
They met with a purpose
Of shocking intent
To expunge themselves
From their anger pent
To let loose a conflagration
The last deadly resort
To free the world
Of all the wrong sort
They glared at each other
Hatching their schemes
Avoiding the mirrors
In their tired memes
To look at themselves
Would be the undoing
Of this worn out society
Hidden from viewing
They would be forced
To finally confront
The truth that it is they
Who are the affront
It is this Oligarchy
This society of wise fools
That must be punished
For their perverse rule