Deep inside busted bunkers where brittle battle-plans are laid,
Seminars are held and secrets are relayed,
Fighting for relevance in a doomed ice-age.
Outside blocked underworlds gates,
Uncle-Daddy toils like the rest of us,
Bearing shifted witness while time abandons slaves.
Uncle-Daddy says, “Maybe I’ll ask Mel Gibson to direct my movie, ‘Uncle-Daddy, psychopath without a pension!'”