The Devil is King


The Devil is King

One day I was walking,
When I came across a king,
He promised me riches,
As long as I did his dishes,

I went to work right away,
Then he asked if I could stay,
It wasn’t long before I realized,
That I would soon be victimized,

For this king wasn’t as he said,
He was a devil to bring me dread,
I was now this devil’s slave,
Stuck to rant and rave,

For my riches would never come,
He only would give me a small some,
To survive to work till tomorrow,
Till my bones were full of sorrow,

I felt my soul slip with age,
Stuck in a life of minimum wage,
Learning I wasn’t the only one,
For many were forced to succumb,

This was the fate we were all tied,
Till the day we each finally died,
With nothing to show for our work,
Our lives used up by some old jerk.

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About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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