Orator

His task

so simple

anyone could have done it

but he

oh no not he

for flim fhlam was his game.

Blowing smoke

lies built greatness again.

Words flow with passion

words that they need to hear

thinking that easily done

would be to curb his passions dear.

Chains snapped

whips crack

eyes wide open in horror

for they had been wrong

so very wrong

about how he would play.

A new king arises

enslaving the world

he showed his true colors

when he deviated from the path.

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Stony Regard

Standing before the gilded mirror

head cocked

hair combed

beaming a buffonish smile.

Stony

the image stares back.

Never hearing the critics

ears stoppered.

Never reading the pans

eyes blinded.

‘I am great.’

‘I am right.’

‘I will win the world.’

Stony

the image continues to glare.

Staring in the mirror

seeing not his narcissism

perceiving proof

he is the new God…

one who triumphs

whilst destroying the world.

Stony

the image remains as he departs.

 

Coronation

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They never showed up

to watch the king come down

and take his crown

for it was false.

It sat upon a head so bald

his mouth wide in a clown’s smile

rivulets of black mascara

tracking down his cheeks.

One group crowded to the front

making it seem larger

for thin it was.

No one wanted him

no one……

but the fools

who capered and pranced

while the king did dance

and an effigy burned in the park.