To The Seriousness They Crave

In a series of nests
I find seriousness
Quiet at best
But proper no less

And I rummage through all
For a fault and a flaw
That would loosen a jaw
So this empire could fall

My dance would do
And my words could too
But this act is in lieu
For my acts are now few

I bring blades to their ties
Diluting their lies
Break the shades on their eyes
Just for hopes of a rise

But they sit in denial
Enclosed in document piles
As neat as bathroom tiles
With our names in their files

Critique us they must
Even cents are a bust
Common sense becomes dust
Until my signature I thrust

And the rewards I slave
Are now forcefully gave
To the seriousness they crave
That will put me in my grave