Robin Hood, 2020, Fictional
Purely Fictional Poem
Robin Hood, 2020
Out of Sherwood Forest,
here me come!
To run for President,
I am the one.
A brazen thief, to sweep
your 401k's clean!
And overburden worker
birds with high taxes,
after all...
I am the King of Mean!
.
With hatred shall you see the
feathers of other birds of a
different color.
I have pitted some of you who
fly....
Writing "BIRDISM"across the
skies and blame my fellow runner.
Victimhood, yes, may it be our
rallying cry!
.
Of course, the poor will never
see the money!
It's only for govermental
workers in fine offices,cushy
and plenty sunny.
I know how to squeeze your
bleeding hearts,
In order to conjure up hatred for
your fellow birds with any money!
Beware, then, my deadly,poison
political, razor sharp arrows!
Lest you fall,like millions of other,
unaware, braindead sparrows!
"You were created to form your
own nest."
That's the lies my opponent crows!
The gall~why he reads from a
defunct book, the Bible, no less.
But I say, pass all your freedoms,
and all seeds over to me.
The sweat of your brow belongs
to humanity, not to thee!
One bird, one vote!
R. Hood
July 31,2019
3:30 pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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