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With them, it's always been about lineage.
An overinflated self-worth, unbridled privilege.
An incurable case of chronic God complex.
Justification for sacking villages, countries, continents.
Taxing everything into spiraling debt and death.
Hoarding stolen gold and precious gems.
Making certain everyone has less than them.
Enslaving dreams of every woman and man.
Knighting everyday with blackness and dread.
Chaining those with any hint of dissent.
Rewarding themselves with garish monuments.
While the self-professed Gods overindulge
in blood-soaked magnificent opulence.
Serfs pulled the weight of Kingdoms and continents
Sun-burned and underfed, tilling tired fields.
Putting milk in empty bellied pails.
Tending flocks, kept the castle tidy.
Wiped royal asses, put fish in the krill.
Fought in the king's frivolous battles.
Enduring hunger, plagues, bent backs.
Forever dodging frivolous royal wrath.
The roaming hoards and king-sized rats.
The serfs sang, worked, and prayed hard and meant it.
A well-known fact that royals seem to have forgotten:
Real Gods were never inbred, mentally defective mad men.
Real Gods don't have bad teeth or straddle chamber pots.
Serfs have always been far more important than kings.
Without them king (dumbs) would have collapsed.
Serfs should be the grandest piece on a chessboard.
Not cannon fodder for a Plastic king's plastic wars.
God save the SERFS
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Shush Sushobhan,
she’s pushing her hand to my rock hard in the back of reception
your girl wowing at my fat long perfection,
I guess she thinks of you as rejection
after you spent a fortune forging affection,
less valued than my shlong.
Meanwhile slow and little brains porky pig
my circuit short twig tool of a boss is on an investigation
overpowered by resentment she gets my attention,
such minute intelligence reveals her intentions so evident,
I could read signs and tell of pending events,
whilst she's happy to believe I was unaware and dense.
I've cotton on to your rotten pong wanting me gone
and plotting for so long, me out witting miss puppet for the job,
accusations she'd lob
ridiculously smitten with my downfall,
now for your downfool…..
Think you’ve done better cus you ass lick more,
you’re brainy like a fruit basket whore,
That Greek bloke dumped you and not one man showed interest
it's because you’re a character men detest,
ugly with clothes on, mental scars undressed,
personality like a side dresser past it’s best,
beast and the beast misses fungal yeast,
walking around in a black suit putting yourself on the radar
put a helmet on your ugly face you’d be like Darth Vader,
no I mean,
a daft failure,
you think you're important
cus you're mentally dormant,
job performance level of slumber
dumb and dumbers dumb dumbster,
means, you are the dumbs dumped dumb stuff,
moustache and bum fluff, dog bark rough.
Let’s meet up again and see if you play those games,
now you’ve no title, see who reigns falls, up yours.
The hot summer,
Failed rain for months,
The land cracked,
Trees like bolded heads after falling leaves,
Birds fallen broken wings,
Waiting animals to die,
Today or tomorrow,
Children drank their cry,
Looking at the disappointed sky,mothers,
The village was not in the usual noise but like a land of dumbs,
A saint took all village men to an open ground,
To pray God seeking rain,
Some birds and animals to follow,
The son of the saint too walked along,
All marched like soldiers to the battle field,
"I had forgotten to bring my umbrella",
The son said to his father,saint,
The saint shocked but walked fast ignoring son,
All prayed God seeking rain,
It rained,rained and rained soon,
"It rained not because of the saint but his son who trusted God",
Someone came in someone's dream and told!
A type writer then a symbol of evolution,
A type of writing in all professions,
No pen open to ink solutions,
In One thumb link fashions,
The key board resolutions,
Make many types of solutions,
Crying,smiling types solutions,
Waring,peace types solutions,
Invading or existing types solutions,
In fighting for freedom,Mandela type solutions,
For good,for bad in black and white,solutions,
For Dumbs expressions forming via typing impressions,
Writers,pen found innovations,lap tops,writers innovations,
Writers now a type of no solutions,before folding top revolutions!
(In remembrance of Christopher Latham Sholes,the inventor)
We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.
My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker craft quite rough to steer.
Motoring south, mighty gusts drove us to shore
We staved off sandstone rocks with long wooden oars.
Back to the channel against gusts we did plow.
Our passenger sat white-knuckled in the bow.
We rounded the curve of our wind whipped north shore
To enter Danger Island Strait's tidal bore.
Roller coaster billows rose twenty feet high
Then dropped into wallows roofed only by sky
At bottom our boat swirled among kelp and rocks
Our passenger appeared as a stunned ox.
Through the passage stood our island’s south cliff face
Pacific waves raged, clawing cliffs to deface.
Our passenger’s eyes set to leap into space,
My partner asked about a smooth landing place.
Sad faced I said, “High tide is still hours away
No place for our boat above the surf today.”
Our passengers’ face seemed as if borax bleached
Praying our tiny craft was soon to be beached.
We rocked and rolled daring Danger Island’s sway
Then motored up our channel, heading camp’s way
We fought the frenzied wind and staved off the rocks
Our management friend quietly clutched his socks.
Nodding, we grinned sideways as if to gloat
As we bailed our boat simply to stay afloat.
But when ornery orcas bumped our frail boat
One gave us the eye; we croaked cries from tight throats.
Our urban client raced to the cook tent door.
While we pulled our craft above the tidal bore.
When we got to the tent for our rum and tea
Our client had downed high proof rums one, two, three.
We pledged a portion of our lives training ruling,
When is it thriving to mandate and perform?
What do words feign in the theater of living?
Unlike dance, which is an achievement charm.
I've barely suffered to forbear a lasting mark,
By betraying these futile sensations on paper,
I realize the purity of the most significant task,
My way of life would radically grip to remember.
The business idea made Disney on the up,
The reality of a dream versus advert view,
Undeniably we don't soar but rise each step,
For the view and attain our genuine shaw.
My performance overtakes that of the wise,
I meander from one to the closest, awestruck,
How are you presently, they enquire? A gaze,
"Oh me?" I say gently. I'm doing fine, not stuck.
A mistaken view of such a rare performance,
My rarest bestowal in a decade of struggle,
Oh, how I awed, dumbs that its discordance,
An act of the stage never held a snuggle.
After exerting my skills, I left the spot right,
My faint dwell bears me with joy and calm,
When the sun sets, I gain peace in the night,
Hastily, the veil will fall off, so I won't harm.
Stain not letting, be diverted by anything,
Whatever deeds to hail you, elect varying,
Essay not inciting to be swung by any turmoil,
Any lifestyle drive love, trust, and verity,
Recall that life is too short not to dwell fully.
1st place contest winner
Written: May 14, 2022
The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul