The plenipotentiary of business sits high on the pulpit
His long lips curled in many curves
The shine on his face matches the sheen of his expensive suit
His eyes are bold with the confidence that immense wealth gets
He looks afar lording over the hushed crowd
His presence is his speech
The walls echo the bugle of his vulgar conquest
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