The Rubbish Heap.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2025 02:11
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 3
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.



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