President Despot missed his wife And wished she hadn't died. She'd found her husband's secret room, Then committed two-bullet suicide. He wondered who could fill her place And pondered the speediest way

This poem was written in deep confusion... I have no idea how i began or managed to end it, i have pondered on it for days... However, i bid you read, and errr.... Well, just read first... SPEED DATING

I apologize in advance, I have zero sense of meter or rhythm right now, the brain fog is thick, y'all. LOL. I kept changing beats in my head like I had Epic Rap Battles of History on a scratched up skipping

I have been hiding a giveaway contest at the bottom of my recent posts to see if anyone is paying attention, it turns out that they aren't. If anyone is interested, please check the last paragraph of this

Image Source He, a "democratic" dictator, She, a bombshell comrade, He'd beheaded his third wife, and needed an upgrade. They met on the border of the living and dead, his men kidnapped her to

This poem is satirical, written for the Nihilistic Rainbow #7. The theme for this week's contest is "Speed-dating for dictators". Image Source: Pixabay Coded "Sir, the last official who

Every fall I call the tall doll Rickety hop as she walks Down the long dock From hell she was bred Adorned in bright red More enticing than sin Her gaze, sharper than the tip of a pin More intoxicating

Your chance to write a satirical poem and win SBDs. Last monday I opened @kaliberlin. I was quite busy, but finally a new round of the contest is starting. This week it's about dictators. The world is

Your entries were so good again that they are in danger of being banned. "Danger of undermining the sacred bureaucracy". Now I have selected a few winners strictly in accordance with laws. Since

(pic courtesy pixabay) The man sat on his throne, while a cloaked figure, entered his kingdom. Mans mood was grim. He clutched at his Ill-begotten gains, not the blood pump, trying to bribe as ever. The

Seven Simple rules If you want to be a bureaucrat, just follow seven simple rules To make sure that you do it right, when you govern over fools One: Take any crises, and bend it to your need, This will

Weaving of threats with subtle illusion; Bartering fear with soul's prostitution. Clinging to the latch, can't open the cage; The lack of control is feeding this rage. Lock up the rest and pretend to be

A Dream-Like Day! His all curled up in linen soft, that he wove to his accord Then slumbers in and dares to dream of political discord. It’s no surprize that the object of his passionate desire, Is by

Take it up the rear Here I stand in front of you, as a member of my cause; the bureaucracy of government with its fundamental flaws. Now let my greed replace your needs, while my dirty hands do stray,

The Frightened Bureaucrat Hello again my friends, followers and family! I have not disappeared from this world, but into it; this prosperous year is already showing its hand to be loaded with opportunity!

This poem was written for the Satirical Poem Contest, Nihilistic Rainbow #6. The theme of this week's contest is, "The wet dreams of a bureaucrat". Paper Pillows She lays her head on her front

photo source: "A GIRL IN NARROW SLUMS" she is a girl....not a toy she live life....not spend she enjoy....... not stressed she is happy... not sad she is power .... not week she is beautiful

Paper cuts and paperwork Were all she had that day She got into the nursing field For saving people & the pay Now she ponders writing verse Instead of filling out reports Imagines cursing resignation

Your chance to write a satirical poem and win SBDs. This week it's getting hot in here. Sensual eroticism and hot desire meet bureaucracy. Gentle touch of warm paper and the wild smell of printers. Topic

Seriously (!), you wrote some great poems again. I'm glad I started this contest, I love reading all your wise words every week and smile at the same time. But also every week I think: "Damn boy,