You huff
and you puff
and you poke
out your chest
pretending that you’re
some big bad wolf
divined by God
to rule over
an Empire of sheep
who are fast asleep
to the evil which emanates
behind your
glowing yellow eyes
of wickedness
and deception…
but I can see
straight through
your shallow
hollow
vapid soul
to the weak lungs
that wheeze
cough
and hack in the night
full of fear
and trembling
unto the grave
over the fact
that you know damn well
the ruse
of wool over eyes
won’t last forever
because the sands
of this world
which you clench
so tight in your claws
are starting to slip
one grain at a time
through the cracks
in your broken system
as the curtain
on your reign
begins to fall
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