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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.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/22/2021 10:34:00 PM

Smiling at the peons -- laughing at the peonies. ~ Pee on Knees

L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/21/2021 6:54:00 PM

I've often wondered, if I had the power of life and death over people, how would I use it? Yes, I believe the whole world would benefit from the absence of some people. I don't think I need to belabor this point.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/22/2021 8:45:00 PM

I get your drift.