Short Peons Poems

A burro that peons called, "Trump"
Was as stubborn as an oak stump
But still had the gall
To poop on a wall
That taxpayers built chump by chump!...

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Bring me the head of a pig, my lowly peons
Bow before your master, I'll save you from your demons
Cure what ails you
When things go askew
Clean up the messes in your lower regions...

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Bring me the head of a pig, my lowly peons
Bow before your master and I'll save you from the demons
Cure what ails you
When things go askew
Clean up the messes in your lower regions...

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Top Cat was all that and more.
His confidence walked ahead of him with a giant grin.
I watched him say and do outrageous things.
I was super confident myself
Because now I also was Top Cat
Watch me walk and envy me.
You peons!...

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Cheap self now
Afford self-doing
Vulgar to so after-
Mass-ive tumor
That is eating,
And beating this needing
Eyes cries for the lies
Stained in youth drains
These young veins
Falsehood tyrants rule
Over peons passed
Loveliness lives like loneliness...

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I want to grow a giant woman’s beard
That way I would have a fun but glorious secret
As I smirk at you peons who would never guess
What I know that you do not.
Behind my pandemic mask I would feel superior
Maybe for just a tiny short hour or fifteen minutes
But it would be a start....

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Our President's mid-morning grope
Was a Page named Chastity Nope
With up-bended knee
She ended Trump's spree
Now they call her, "The Great White Hope"

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How can we build the Peon Wall
When Trump won't pay taxes at all?
Isn't it funny
That Cartel money
Funds tunnels where peons don't crawl?...

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Trump wants to build a wall
Between Mexico and us
I can't help but wonder
Why he's making such a fuss!

Cartels were building tunnels
Underneath our border fence
When Trump was groping females
And Pence sought common sense

Though Congress say Trump's thinking
Is reasonable and sound
We know they'll find the workforce
From los peons underground!...

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I sit in a straight back chair
With my dragon humpback glowing
Leaning against nothing
Making no excuses
Smiling at the peons
My crown is too heavy to slide
They watch me expectantly.
What will I do with my gavel?
What decrees will I make?
I wish them well, knowing I am only the queen of one.
The Queen of Me.
My fire dragon breath obliterates them 
And I smile, loving this dream....

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You cannot speak to her! She is Santa’s baby, Jewel told Elfman.
No one speaks to her; she is above us; we are peons. She is royalty.
“We are all Santa’s babies, “he replied.
Jewel shook her head and walked off.
Elfman made a friend of Santa’s baby.
Do you want to work for my father? She asked.
Maybe, he replied, but right now I would like to play Uno.
She was glad, for she had never played Uno....

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Queen of Diamonds you are lovely to behold.
However, I know that your blood runs incredibly cold.
You are mean to the peasants, the peons, and even me.
I do not think you have one single redeeming quality.

Queen of Diamonds, living up there in your golden tower.
You look down on us, and you do have an amazing power.
To be devilish and cruel every day; you are no flower.
We wish you good wishes; but please hide away in your bower....

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Enthusiasm personified in the form of a woman
Whose tempeh is renown and soybeans are groov’n.
The femmes of the wild streets are cheering for joy
Welcoming each mother of each girl and boy

Excitement parades in the streets as the femmes love their day
We peons stay back, cautiously clearing their jubilant way.
There is singing and dancing, as we devour or tempeh of soybean.
Such rejoicing and laughter are very rarely this readily seen!...

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India
by Nandlal K. Pancholi
 
AIDS and raids and RDX dunes
Bell-hop cops poor politic's peons 
Daud philoo Memons macabre dons
Maul megapolis all perilous pawns

Harshad hotshot handsome hero
Bofors pay off probe by Nero
Riot-hit state of riot-hit cities 
Parrallel perennial animosities

Political parties pelt at each other stones
common man woe-ridden groans and moans
Over disputes hot House adjourns
Path to progress strewn with thorns...

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Grandpa’s magic bubbles make the world spin a bit faster.
We see the longevity, for it makes peons turn into a master.
They learn new ways to set the world on fire as they spin.
We are now in a refreshing state, where experts are in.

Grandpa was a prophet, a sage, a sharp wizard too.
He can upright the mountain with a kick of his shoe.
He is a contender for the title role of the ruler of choice.
Unless he runs into Mother Nature, whose name is Joyce....

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