From reader RickeyRicardo in a comment under a Jack Franks’ Inspector General article:
Jack Franks is the King of McHenry County!… and we are his slaves.
But wait, this poem is from 2021!:
I met a traveller from an antique wasteland,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the Dorr Township desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:My name is Franks! King of Kings! Son of Herby I;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away where once corn and soy grew.”