Ozymandias II

I met a sycophant from an antique land
Who mourned: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose grin
And barmy eye with aspect mad yet bland
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on the stone so dumb:
The heart that glowed as bank accounts were fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Tony Blair, I am your chum:
Look on my works, ye people, and be glad!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and sad,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

with apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley