Strawman, leaning against the wall,
How easy a target you make.
Strawman, with your coy, tempting eyes,
How you dazzle us.
Strawman, with your trumped-up puffery,
How you entice people to rage.
Strawman, with your complicated allusions,
How you make us miss the truth.
Sitting in a corner, turned in on itself,
In a fetal position, truth whimpers.
Strawman, strawman, your day grows near.
Your glory tarnished, as everyone realizes.
Strawman, strawman, you are nothing more
Than the emperor in new clothes.