Best Plebs Poems

She always thought she was a cut above others

The most beautiful, the richest , the best

A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive

When with her, peoples patience were put to the test


Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered

She was insincere, rude and vain

Never gave...

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They don’t understand! They seem to not care! They should be so grateful that we’re even there!

So what if we make mistakes here and there, now and again. So what if they die, so what if they cry! Inequality needs maintenance which we wholeheartedly try...

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No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that English lives were being culled by evil powers from the timeless worlds of hell. (No’ 10)

No one would have dreamed that they were being scrutinised by someone who treats us like...

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Itchy Fingers?

I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.

I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens, 
from...

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