Oh, the tyranny of the supercilious!
Whispering and wittering without wisdom.
One must sacrifice their already tarnished sanity,
the stupendous torment from a cerulean crest.
How tantalising the temptress of time can be!
Hold the tongue and pray theirs is lost.
Try to smile and look for your team,
avoid the tantrums of a grown noble.
The mindful painting of a grizzly scene;
Quickly, hide that smile before you're caught!
The power of the subtle mind must be invisible!
Their crown of gold, your crown of wit,
the throne of theatre is the silent thorn.
Their polished nails, not at all cracked,
examined like they have been through hard labour.
Spoilt, stained, stupidity incarnate!
Their forked tongue fantastically foul.
Clean the floors, darn their socks,
dream of pelting the royal brat with rocks
Take the advice of a withered worker crone!
Bow and be polite, just picture the fight.
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoesieThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
