They say the gods have feet of clay,
I wouldn't let them on my freshly mopped floor.
I think our leaders are made of wax;
they don't stand up to the heat anymore.
Icarus flew too close to the sun,
before his wings fell quite to pieces.
Yet I have seen the earthbound fall apart
and be remade like the ship of Theseus.--
molded to any shape you please,
a dripping face, weak at the knees.
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