Smiling At the Peons
I sit in a straight back chair
With my dragon humpback glowing
Leaning against nothing
Making no excuses
Smiling at the peons
My crown is too heavy to slide
They watch me expectantly.
What will I do with my gavel?
What decrees will I make?
I wish them well, knowing I am only the queen of one.
The Queen of Me.
My fire dragon breath obliterates them
And I smile, loving this dream.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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