Someone can call you " rebel "
Which is his " her" new label
As you are not under his " her" control
Then he " she" turns to be your new patrol,
That consumes much petrol.
It matters much who is in control:
In a venture he is the petrol;
To others hands what is relevant
And fishes out those who gallivant;
Workers warn to be not sycophant
For treats the size of an Elephant...
It matters a lot who does control:
Early his catarrh checks with menthol,
So that it staggers not his petrol
Or him reduce to thing to console...
Someone in control like Football Coach
On one's shoulders burdens of approach:
The fellow to new grave topic broach
And bad workers pair up with cockroach.
On a pedestal who's in control,
One's eyes closed to sharing of dettol
Over the squabbles merely quibble
Or a barraging voice make feeble.
Like petrol,
coming from a place of refining,
from crude to refined.
Like petrol,
propelling others, burning yourself,
using every energy to the last pint.
Like petrol,
when you are done burning yourself,
they refill, pick another petrol.
Unlike petrol,
never leaving the place of refining,
continuing steadfastly day by day.
Unlike petrol,
prioritising your growth first,
even as you stand up for others.
Unlike petrol,
refilling yourself by yourself,
staying filled, always relevant.
Near the pleasure-offering joint
Was an illegal checkpoint
Legalized by police presence
And a militarily discolored jeep,
Whose size easily made the skin creep!
Also, a checkpoint proving the smell ‘Aromatic’
And off bringing romances Dramatic…
But mainly often eyeing The Heavy
And on it dropping Forbidden Levy
A doomed-to-be - seized ‘Their Gravy…
I think an invitation to watch a role
Happily parading a yawning hole:
Some Likely extra dosing on Tramadol
For shows of little self-control:
Their jeep on fuel-wasting patrol
With their ever assured enough petrol…
A checkpoint of really a kind
We don’t know who can its demons bind.
This is a reversal poem. A form not yet recognised by Poetry Soup
It's a matter of survival, everybody's business
Looking after ourselves and our homes
Before
Care for the environment and other species
But
With the changing climate
And
With the decline in biodiversity
What can we do?
It's all down to natural cycles
I would deny that
Human activity is responsible for global warming
Indeed
The use of fossil fuels
Is
Part of a developing economy
Now read from bottom to top.
Believe in the fire
See the flame in your eye
Gun fire
A shatter of the glass lens
Fear me!
Warped canister
What remains…
Smoke circle
UFO
Flying plane with no pilot
Tiger claw
Crunch
A new scenario
Hear these words!
Never play with the petrol canister
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