Shopping
Excuses are in season
Let me buy
Oh just one reason
To let me by
This act of treason
The feast
The oppressor’s feast
Of jewels for plates
And diamonds for forks
I stand in line
They have slain the beast
Its my turn next
But alas I see
Only one morsel left
And many behind me
Thrones
His throne of gold
His whip of steel
Red velvet cloak
And Regal appeal
Have all been made
By the blood and sweat
Of people like us
Sitting on thrones
Made of plastic
Egg Rolls
The egg rolls I carry
Weigh much more now
For I am hungry
So are my friends
There are two rolls
And three of us
I’m hungry for four
They will not starve
They can eat next morning
Moral Compass
The sinister sea
Bends and twists
Roars and laughs
Leaves us mangled
Wooden shards everywhere
We have been pierced
I look at my compass
Its working fine
Alas it doesn’t tell
How to escape storms
I’m on my own
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