Apropos of Washington, D.C.

Stone Age Neros sat behind their desks of steel
Trading paper clips
Of our empire there was nothing left untouched
But potato chips

We sat down at the banquet and the jester danced a reel

The gladiator drew his sword, we knew we were the meal
As the cardboard empire fell

Who are the people that you think you are?

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