Word of the Day Challenge #112-Untitled Poem

Barricade
desk to door
chairs piled high
curtains drawn
malicious grin
creasing face
one who claims 
despot 
as true title of rule.
Domineering 
loud
uncouth
drooling dolt
sycophants 
yes men
wiping away
propping up
illusion of love
fantasy of grandeur
battle lines drawn
such a sore loser.
Tiny toy pistol
waving plastic saber
thumb sucking
wailing 
feet stomping
on your back
like a turtle 
unable to get up.
watched with amazement
rooms 
far 
wide
bet you did not know
your office was bugged.
 
©Aug. 29/20
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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