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.

Stupendous conniption 

watched with amazement

rooms 

far 

wide

bet you did not know

your office was bugged.

 

©Aug. 29/20

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Final Escape

Looking around

where

how

can you hurt him?

Easy enough

leave

destroy

take him for financial gain

your heart never his

and steal his last hope.

With this last ploy

your colors fly true

showing the witch you are;

know you have lost

he will return no more.

Like a small child

you stomp your feet

mouth twisted in a scream

false tears

meaningless words

a conniption fit

missing only

the kicking

the pounding

the sense of entitlement

that truly makes you

the bitch you are.

Photo by Avgust Chech on Unsplash