Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls
from our sphincter pie holes
Boast bastardly
King El Presidente,
and we cower at your cheek displeasure
ingratiatingly so
Our speech undignified,
flesh market wench pride
was thirty silver pieces sold
minus six-feet degrees below
Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ...
Imp patient Sanballast ground zero,
your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted
We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees,
submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly
Ever always lip bent overly yours
Categories:
ingratiatingly, parody, perspective, satire, word
Form: Burlesque
A horizontal man beaten by life vicissitudes
Don’t flog
On him dump not platitudes
To clog his misfortune on the blog
Where his reputation you whip
Out of shape, out of contention
To snip and nip
The devotion
Once on him you doted
Unstintingly
As him you courted
Ingratiatingly
Until he fell on hard times
Sunken and forsaken
As clock chimes
Never mistaken
Heralded a new era
For wheels to spin for the better the man’s fortunes
Adding an invincibility and indefatigability edge to the aura
The man with gratitude received to the accompaniment of melodies and tunes
That turned three hundred and sixty degrees
The man’s life towards a new magnetic North
That engendered the commencement of pedigrees
That enabled the man to rise from ashes and burst forth
Carving him a niche of happiness under the sun
Smiling and styling
New horizons in a vertical zone
Filled to the brim with a brand new feeling of healing.
Categories:
ingratiatingly, poems,
Form: Free verse
The Slothful Musings of an
Indicted Leech …
… I suck. Simply put, I suck.
Attaching my slimy being,
surreptitiously clingy,
nauseatingly smooth,
ingratiatingly insidious,
onto warm sources of
sustenance.
I suck, I leech, I drain,
the elements of good-nature,
turning smiles into profitable
ventures,
sucking, leeching, draining,
the beings I encounter,
suctioned cups of guilt,
of predatory precision,
surgical frigidness,
clinical intent,
sucking, leeching, draining,
till fattened,
bulging with burgeoning gains,
flush with siphoned-off goodwill,
bloated by hubris,
slipping away,
slithering into my den,
creeping on borrowed legs,
seeing with donated eyes,
cloaked in spurious fabric,
I leech, I suck.
Self-pity my only refrain,
flushing what is left of a soul,
down,
into the welcoming drain.
Categories:
ingratiatingly, introspection
Form: I do not know?