Puffer Fish

Chest bowed up
Voice projected to the back wall
He spouts proudly
His profound exposition
Wrinkled brow
And pointed finger
Confirm his sovereignty
And omniscience
His compassion and
Humility are locked away
In a tiny box
Stowed in a cabinet
In his corner office
Only for use
When such would be praised
Yet the same souls
Return week after week
Begging for another beating
All in the name of
Doing what is "right"