The Seven Wonders
First comes the complaining pack,
Which constantly whines at what it lacks.
Next in line are the religious fools,
Who make up and manipulate the rules.
The peacekeepers stand proudly at third, With violence as their sigil, how absurd!
The fourth is patrolled by the army of lies,
Led by suits and dhotis and powered by cries.
Then we have the charming, titular lovers
Who dump the people who love them in the sewers.
The crown of lord sixth is held by the pretends and the clueless,
They only screw up, their existence is somewhat pointless.
Huh! Critics like me who point out each and every mistake,
We do nothing about them and take the final piece of the wonderful cake.