Poem -
Kissing The Ring
I am being forced
To kiss the ring
after I chose
To spit on it
Humility
Comes
In its lowest
Form
When children
Of a lesser God
Hold the Throne
Agitation
Frustrstion
and a
Sickening
Bit of satirical
Humor
Is aroused
When the
Chickens
Attempted
to out fox
the Reynard
The Chess
Player
Rules
the board
Waiting
For the
jesters
To make
Their
Move
Check mate
Came before
They sat at
The table
Beckoning me
To sit back
Lift the
Holy Chalice
Towards the sky
waiting
For the poison
to enter.....
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Hi Greg...I hate how things can be out of our control in life and make it even more humiliating when nothing can be changed....and the source of that shame we have to pretend is our grace....That is what I think of when I read your poem. It brings up angst in me for the trials I feel are hopeless to overcome....I feel your passionate nature over the humiliation of situations out of control. xo ;)
Thank you Cherie
this is brilliant, and rift with truth.
i'll never kiss the ring again, and wouldn't advise
it to anyone.
fuck survival.
there are worse fates than death, and kissing
the hand wearing a ring it doesnt deserve is
one of the worst.
nicely done greg