The Aped Man

Of arms I sing. A one-man Tarzan connecting the dots. 
Reorient yourself, o king of the apes,
Though ye twist  everything to your heart’s content,
then untwist arms and the man. 
Empires ain’t what they used to be,
not enough juice to span from sea to sea.

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