tiny tin gods

I look at you  
so proud of your self-aggrandizing stature  
and I choke a bit on laughter  
by your lordly pompous posture  
thinking to myself  
behold yonder throne  
there sits an impostor  
bidding one & all  
kiss my poetic feet  
as you spit-shine the polish  
of your gilded idol  
so arrogant & hollow  
you don’t seem to realize  
the glitter covering it is falling  
leaving bare patches  
by the herpes of craft supplies  
but you will prance  
and you do love to preen  
summoning any blinded sycophants who are willing  
to sacrifice free will for your cult  
worshiping your words  
and worse…  
your deeds  
but the sound of your thunder  
actually comes from somewhere…  
in the vicinity  
of where your holy arse  
meets the seat  

(inspired by MadameLavender’s There’s Only One God, and It’s Not You)
Written by FromTheAsh
Published | Edited 2nd Jul 2019
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