A quiet little man,

Lurking in the corner;

Keeps all his powder dry,

Looks no one in the eye.

 

A quiet little man,

Is pacing up and down,

Dying to go public

On the next big subject.

 

A quiet little man,

Projects his tiny voice;

Points his jabbing finger

At victims of his choice.

 

A quiet little man

Deals from his wily pack.

He smiles upon his friends

And stabs foes in the back.

 

A quiet little man

Fortifies his castle;

He’s planning to expand

And grab a piece of land,

 

Or take another country,

To add to his estate.

The trappings of a god

Will pile up on his plate.

 

A quiet little man

Discharges all the blame;

When at the gates of hell,

This story he will tell.

 

A quiet little man

Is counting up the dead;

He turns the shredder on

And celebrates instead.