Brass King

hard hard hard
it must be
a little man
falls to his knees
while a world laughs at his follies.
held in high esteem
falling to the wayside
forever enamoured
wrong parts of life
no wonder all wait for him to fall.
illusions of
pandering casualties of truth
spouting gospel
middle finger ridged
pointing in the air
stabbing at those contradicting.
Late nights
sobbing to pillows
demanding empty air answer
question of
why don’t they like me?
Truthsayer I be
speaking without rancor
without duplicity:
You are a dumbass.
Destruction bleeds from your finger tips.
Tarnished crown
hangs low on brooding brow.
shall you be known as……
Lowbrow Crafter of Deceit.
King Without a Throne.
Your legacy…..
An Era of Unrepentant Falsehood.
Time ticks
forgotten in annals of history
end befitting a tyranted Napoleon.
©June 14/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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