Golden ManChild

Golden ManChild

A Poem by SR Urie
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a limeric about somebody 'famous'

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Golden Man Child

 

Oh mighty mustard, how sharp your gaze!

Such a perch above the haze,

Corruption, power in glory blaze

For all the masses who stand amazed,

The remains of your demonic craze.

 

There before you authority’s seal

Closed door’s transparency conceals

An aged weasel who works to steel,

Lassie’s sheltie cannot conceal

A varnished plot to split the deal.

 

Again and again their lies disguise

A sick man’s price with guys in ties

Appear so wise, deceipt devise

A begger’s tale for corporate vies;

The party denies and liberty dies.

 

Surround yourself while in distress

Best of the best, to all impress

All your good friends that we obsess

A mustached girl, man in a dress

To sooth a forged speaker’s house address.

 

Surprise �" surprise, disguise the size

Dot your teas and cross your eyes

Hide the keys of enemy ties

For you are honey smooth, arrised;

A practiced hand recognized, despised.

 

SR Urie

 

 

© 2010 SR Urie


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I don't see how this is a limerick, except that it doesn't make sense. But anyway, I believe in the flexibility of every writer so if you call it a limerick, so be it. It has nice rhymes. I'll probably never be able to create a poem embedded with this much rhyming words. Good Job.

Keep Writing. ^___^

Posted 13 Years Ago


Your poem does not follow the required rules for this form.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was an amazing and strong write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


... i didn't understand well, may be becaus i don't know the person, altough it comes across like you have some prejudice against some personal ways of living life... I don't know...
Any way the flow sounds lovely!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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