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Sharp Pin Meet Balloon

Sharp Pin Meet Balloon

"I am the State"
Louis XIV proudly exclaims
to the cheers of the mob
who chant his name

All the many character flaws
the authoritarian carries
get magnified exponentially 
and bubble to the surface

For power without responsibility
really does corrupt absolutely

Now operating beyond restraints

Devoid of checks and balances

The heads of Kings swell eventually
bloating to the point where the now insulated
self proclaimed Sun God
gets totally detached from reality

Once the tyrant becomes fully deluded
their eventual descent
becomes an historical imperative

Which would be of course
Louis XVI's harsh headless fate

HISTORY REPEATS...HISTORY REPEATS

(rinse and spit)

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! STEVE!!…..this is SO friggin' accurate!!…..I LOVE history for one thing......but I was most blown away by the passion with which this piece is delivered.....a veritable lesson and warning wrapped up in a truly compelling piece of poetic prose!!…."Rinse and Spit!!" (lol)…...I Love it!!…..ALL STARS!!…...what a cool read that was for me!!…...thanx man!!…...Peace....T xo  : )

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Steve Green

Thanks for kind words Tony..This was the absolute first time I ever got to use roman numerals in a poem ;)

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