Dead Or Alive

Every despot dead or alive
looks is red pepper
each with own stool
a stool never shared

Every despot dead or alive
loves the golden stool
those who try to look at it
have their eyes burned

Any despot dead long ago,
lies in the grave alive,
holding the stool to the chest,
to deny contenders.

Every despot dead or alive,
goes to hell with the stool,
since it’s hotly debatable
if any can reach Heaven’s gates
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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