Short King Of The Hill Poems
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He think he's the king of the hill
Because he have lots of bills
He get what he wants
No one tells him don't
He also summits people at will
A child stumbles
sundrunk
to the top of a rock.
"I am King of the Hill!"
he says.
I wonder how many others
stood on that rock
to claim it as their own.
Tom Petty, artistically free,
Voice of Lucky Kleinschmidt, King of the Hill
Creator of Rickenbacker 660/12TP guitar
With his signature gray top hat
American Girl, I won’t back down
Used to be king of the hill now king of the pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill
Used to be king of the hill now king of the pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill
Used to be king of the hill now on a bunch damn pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill
Used to be king of the hill now on a bunch damn pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then look like roadkill
King of the Hill
(remember the game we played as children)
By Franklin Price
07/15/2020
When congress on the hill today,
Not there for work, but dirty play
When their noses out of joint
They do not do, they finger point
Used to be king of the hill now king of the pills
Pills for this, pills for that, pills that give my parts a thrill
Those I overdose on
Feel like an Amazon
Could last for days but then I look like roadkill
A couple of reposts
He sits on a throne;
a green and mounded hill.
a velvety yellow crown
on a cat without teeth.
Waves are gently blown
on a carpet of grass,
in the palace of nature.
as if a royal envoy
brings forth a message:
"summer has come,
king Dandelion."
Watching the extinction
of the paleo
as the death
calls
them
to the crank lab or product
or the prison and psych-ward.
Those that are still here
await Jeff Foxworthy
for exploitative representation
finding
Dale on the the King of the Hill
solace.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Stupid ants
Wreck each other
Kill yourselves
As none other
Repeated cycle
All in vain
Teach another
Undue pain
Who will play
King of the hill
When one is never
Better still
Understand
The pretense being
He can never
Be all seeing
Wrest each mandible
From the other
Lay these weapons
Down asunder
Was the whole
All worth the end
Does the act
In worth amend?
Look who is trembling in the corner, helpless
As a dog that has lost its fearful bark and bite;
Man of the moment he used to be, merciless,
Endlessly going after perceived rivals in sight.
Driven by greed for power and devoid of civility,
Undoing old statutes to fit his crazed ideology,
Cast from the throne, a sorry image of a man,
King of the hill, king of clowns, is now all done.
(This is a fictional poem)
I warned my cousin not to swim with that dolphin.
He swam with it anyway but he won't do it again.
I told him the dolphin would molest him just like that dolphin molested Hank Hill.
When my cousin got in the water, he didn't know that the dolphin was looking for
a thrill.
He got molested and whenever he thinks about it, he gets ill.
I knew it would happen because I watch King of the Hill.
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