The animal will rule our land one day
And subjugate a people without a doubt
And take the reins and the forelock
The rule will last without elections
He wanted support so he embezzled
To force opponents to elections
He came to share the wealth so that
He gets his share... He chose to attack
He stormed the treasuries of my country
And said: I have not been unjust among you
The treasurer did not lie, so who
Speaks the truth, so let us ask the stars?
The snake stretched out its hand in supplication
So he gave it and fed it food
How generous he is in my country
So he was ashamed and gave it the wages
Then the monkey of the forest thought the money was a banana
He intended to eat it... But he suppressed his fear
If this animal is full
It does not fear - if it eats - poison
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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