Thou wretched spot, thou churlish little knave,
canst thou in truth believe thine own deceit?
Engendered by thy lusts, thou art a slave,
ensconced by thy morality’s retreat.
Ye target those placed trusting in your care,
such innocent, inquisitive young minds,
yet lurking in thy cerebellar lair,
a single thought, corrupting all it finds.
Thou seekest normalized attraction thus,
outraged when thy detractors say ye groom,
yet utilizing TikToc to discuss,
there plastered on the walls, thy queerish blooms.
Thou maledict, thy curse flies off my lips:
now pass through blades and lie among the chips.
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for the Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
written on 01/08/23
the desolation of humanity
forbid of their democracy
withheld of this,
their insanity,
not only could God understand
could he undertake the damned?
prosperous are the cursed
and destruction their provider.
the downfall is upon us
and with the end so near
could you withstand it?
upheld on your perch of lies
that you've devoured them with
this is the downfall, the downfall of us all
and you're falling far
down to the gallows of hell
broken scores of maledict humanity
suffocating under your possession
can they breathe?
no longer shall they grovel
a histerical begging at your feet.
they'll crawl from the depths of hell
and take back what's rightfully theirs.
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