A ruthless tyrant

A RUTHLESS TYRANT
by Galaburda Cyril

If I was gifted with full power
All people would repent of it
As from the height of Babel tower
I could presume to be a git.

I will abolish legislation
Except the law of my caprice.
I’ll let all kids reduce to ashen
Remains their parents minus grease.

And on a penalty of nuisance
I will forbid the Good at all,
I will forbid the moral uses
For nothing can’t be cause to stall.

I will browbeat the craven faithful,
I’ll be more terrible than God
And in the Hell I’ll drop the hateful
In person Christ without laud.

My mother will be torn to pieces
By angry at starvation beasts
As with my soul is torn by tease’s
Offensive formative high fists.

And I will plant my yard of castle
With forests of the sharpened sticks
I will impale on used to hassle
When hangmen once for classmates wreaks.

My mockers will be men of motley.
Instead of prison of my hearts
I’ll call on dungeon harem softly
Of unrequited loves that carts.

10/16/2010