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Pipsqueaks

27 Feb
The nations raged, and tyrants ranted
they imagine they can bogart 
the world as their oyster,

pretending to be the gods of this world.
but one laughs contemptuously at them
knowing that the upstarts and hot-winded nothings
cannot manage to keep themselves alive
longer than permitted.

But while they prance, praising their game
the grandmaster catches them in a fool's mate
before they can process what hit them.

When it dawns on them, they drink cyanide
and put a barrel in their mouth
or try and hide in an underground spider hole,
or have an ice pick shoved in their ear

broadcasted on live TV--
being seen as 
the weaklings they always were

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in Poetry

 

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