I sit on top of the heap
Surveying my kingdom beneath me.
Everything is there
That I need for my good life.
New jewels spread before me,
Every day.
I look around and find my subjects
Perusing the tip,
Eating this and that,
Taking morsels that I do not want,
Giving their lives to me,
To ensure that they give enough
For the feasts and pleasures that I will enjoy.
Without fear of recompense
I am the leader,
I govern this land.
Retribution will come their way
If they do not heed my laws!
The laws that ensure that
I will be richer than any other!
I have the power
To rule this rubbish heap,
That I know is my world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2025 02:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good write Gold.
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