Upon the stage of politics they tread, Where truth is oft obscured and lies are spread, A world of schemes and plots, a shadowy realm, Where secrets lurk and whispers overwhelm.

The players take the stage, the actors strong, In robes of power, they do prance and preen along, But behind the scenes, a darker force at play, The lizard folk, who rule in devious sway.

With eyes that gleam and scales that gleam, They pull the strings, the puppets' scheme..