His Real Name
Didn’t take a notice where in the news today
His real name appeared as if out of the blue
I’m Punishment, he said, unknowingly they pray
But that’s the funny side of job I used to do
I send them troubles to enjoy the pain I bring
They have inherited their guilt since the day one
And if you ask what is the point there’s no such thing
It’s chaos that I organize for little fun
I’m not the very special one, I do the same
That all the tyrants would, only my scale
Lack any limits so you have to play the game
According to the rules my scholars like to change
You better join the club of supplicants I run
The most obedient are pleased with what they get
I know you didn’t approve the things I’ve done
Still it’s never too late to place a tiny bet.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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