Onilopocation

What if I were the dead gladiator
walking still at the end?
Watch and see, I am the few that wins to live.
Watch closely. I will watch a ball darting 'round my eye.
I will be your spectate.

Those were the glorious days,
when I sat in the high chair-
when I sat in the shadow
of any tree I liked.
And what about the senate?
(And what about the senate?!)

None whatsoever anymore.
No one tires to be a bore,
everyone lives to be a whore-
with a nice disposition.