Once stood an empire, mighty and grand,
Where loyalty ruled and chaos was planned.
A Caesar emerged with a glorious vision,
To conquer the kingdom through reorganization and division.
The Senate was filled with familiar old friends,
Where merit came second to political ends.
The generals were chosen from yesterday's crew,
Because fresh perspectives? Rome already knew.
The peasants cried out, "The empire's on fire!"
But Caesar declared, "Our performance is higher!"
The walls were collapsing, the legions had fled,
Yet another transformation was launched instead.
Like Nero of old, the palace stood tall,
While accountability took quite a fall.
The answer to failure? A PowerPoint slide,
With "strategic alignment" and nowhere to hide.
The kingdom grew restless, the veterans were gone,
But the royal court kept its blinders on.
The Senate applauded, the trumpets were blown,
While cracks slowly spread through the emperor's throne.
Then came the VSP, a generous decree,
"Depart if you wish! You're perfectly free!"
The veterans departed, the palace declared,
"Behold our great progress!" as the kingdom despaired.
Then came the historians, scratching their heads:
"How did an empire end up in shreds?"
No invading armies, no swords at the gate,
Just endless restructuring that sealed its own fate.
And somewhere in Rome, beneath marble and stone,
Sits a dusty old plaque where the empire once shone:
"Here lies a kingdom, once mighty and great,
Destroyed by its own leadership, sealed by its fate.
The empire collapsed, the legions took flight,
While Caesar proclaimed, 'Our future is bright!'"
Because Rome wasn't built in a day...
Fellow Romans, when the dust settles after the VSP, will the empire finally rebuild or will the same Senate simply announce another transformation?