The Lizard King

The Lizard King, he of the lizard people --
some think him a conspiracy, a hoax --
climbs to his temple's roof, the very steeple,
coughs from exertion, taking out his smokes,
and lights one up, observing his dominion.

Oblivious, his serfs perform their tasks,
each thinking that they own their own opinion,
that faces are just that. They aren't masks.

This is his favorite part: observe the masses,
especially the ones that don't believe.
The ones that fail to see, though wearing glasses,
the ones that, frankly, can't even conceive.

Of late, a sinking feeling in his gizzard.
Is he like them?  Is there a bigger lizard?