The Piranha Of Miranda

Once upon a time there were five narcissists.
Who were greater than most other anarchists.
And those people were greatly discontented.
With sack cloth and ash they hyper-vented.

And all the heavens and earth had no peace.
It was like this virus or any strange disease.
Where the cure is unknown and lost in void.
And the head hunters came as a trapezoid.

The cry heard, "Nirvana must be restored!"
"For we must sleep and will not be ignored!"
"Know ye not we are willing to make trade!"
"By the way are not you already over paid?"

Came the pencil pushers and other psychos.
Dignitaries descended with the real wackos.
And drama extended all over the land, alas.
But the piranhas said, " This too shall pass."

"For Armageddon is not yet to come today."
"Many signs and wonders are on the way."
And the piranhas nibbled fast so satiated.
Gluttony had taken all the guilt-ed away.