Pyramid

This poem was not the first original poem to the good Senator…Oh no…my first  poem was calling him a faker taker type. I decided that the first one was just too mean so I decided to write a whole new one for him whilst staring at him. I decided he belonged to the exclusive club of exclusivity. Not even his voters matter to this Senator which is truly sad. He is all about money and selling his soul to the highest bidders. The super sad thing is he pretends to wear the purple crown without knowing who the purple crown wearer is.  The poem fits him because he is nothing but part of the pyramid scheme of his exclusive treasonous club. Jesus Christ have mercy.

The Pyramid © Donna Rae Lands

Ah legit like the point of the pyramid…

The eye is upside down and all around…

The bricks neatly stacked and perfectly wrapped…

The pressure from the eye of the storm…

Ember waves as purple flying porn…

Ah legit like the point of the pyramid…

His quilt lay upon the innocent bed…

The eye is upside down and all around…

Secrets foretold and visions found…

The bricks neatly stacked and perfectly wrapped…

Plans of summary upon the blue green map…

The pressure from the eye of the storm…

It passes with peace just as a child is born…

They fought as warriors when all is said…

His quilt lay upon the innocent bed…

He had no words or lies to confound…

Secrets foretold and visions found…

The syrup flows from the maple sap…

Plans of summary upon the blue green map…

Ah legit like the point of the pyramid…

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