The Illuminati’s Dreadful Monday Meeting

On a dreary Monday, beneath dim, darkened lights,
The Illuminati gathered, a sight full of frights.
With cloaks in a jumble and coffee cups spilled,
The world’s secret rulers were less than thrilled.

“Let’s call this to order!” the Grandmaster sighed,
“Agenda today? Our global plans fried!”
But right off the bat, a loud voice broke through,
“Can we please discuss pizza? I’m craving a chew!”

“Pizza?” scoffed one, with a roll of his eyes,
“What’s that got to do with our world-altering ties?”
“I say pepperoni should top every plan,
It boosts morale, trust me, I’m a fan!”

As whispers erupted, the tension grew thick,
“More toppings, less budget!” a member shot quick.
“Keep it under wraps; we’re a secret elite!
Let’s not blow our cover with crust and with heat!”

“Budget?” chimed in another, with a smug little grin,
“Have you seen the expenses for our last meeting’s din?
We can’t keep on splurging on fancy hors d’oeuvres,
Or we’ll ruin the mystique that our power preserves!”

“Fine, fine!” shouted the Master, clutching his head,
“Let’s just order two pies, with a side of dread!
And can someone remind me of our global scheme?
Or are we too busy deciding on cream?”

So, in shadows they plotted, with slices in hand,
The world kept on spinning, oblivious and bland.
For the real Illuminati, it seems, might just be,
A crew of disgruntled folks, lost in their glee!