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The Minions 
Minions Contest
Sponsor: Silent One


A versifier indeed, crowding the tiny city dwellers,
above the rest flying with the strongest propeller.

In day he disperses many tiny pieces of torn up paper,
at night he sits on his throne as an intimidating dictator.

The little people do as told following the confused story teller,
after all, they were treated as undesirable city dwellers.

If they don't run past the finish line they get reprimanded,
If only they knew following him was never recommended.

Early afternoon he leads them to a walk in his park,
little does he know when running they wish to disembark.

The dwellers know better than to follow him in his maze,
the more they learn of him, the more they feel crazed.

Some stay and some go, but no matter what the decision,
there is so much conflict, the town turned into a division.

Separated qualifications in regards to frugal injustice,
There may be more than one leader, a dedicated accomplice.

Beneath the caves and in front of the chair of the monarch,
he leaves trails of empty promises leading into his landmark.

Finally the city dwellers learned that it's time to be righteous,
and the look upon their faces was stunning and priceless.

The old versifier ended up living to an old age of grey,
he wondered why in the end they didn't want to obey.

Date Written: February 16, 2016

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