Alea iacta est

Alea iacta est

A Poem by Bobblehead Boy

The die is cast
the blades have bled
now here lies
a crumpled crown
that always tilted
precariously
aloof and
upside down
and with this step
I have no fear
for truth has
freed my eyes
there are no
raging torrents
here
much to my
own surprise
just a sickly silent
lily pad livered stream
this Rube
is just a Con
and here with
moral standards
held aloft
we conquerors
shall march still on.


© 2021 Bobblehead Boy


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They who have nothing to lose march with heads held highest. The crown lies in the gutter for there was never any need of it. It was overrated anyway. So there it must lie redundant for good. Or prepare for as many bloodbaths it may take to keep it there. So it shall be done. A classic offering. Well worded one.

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Bobblehead Boy

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Thanks for the praise, Miss M! 👣🍃



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A notable poem on appearance gone Deceptive. A dirty little stream posing as a mighty raging river. Midgets trynin to be giants. Mighty message in Caesars uttering which say how the baseless perish and the steadfast March on. Hallelujah! Gotcha sir.

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Bobblehead Boy

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Thanks for your share, Prayer! 👣🍃
Brilliant! There's evidence that the Rube is nothing but a criminal lily livered con. Here no objections are filed before pronouncing this judgment and passing of the decree of death. The Rube to be hanged from the neck and quartered at the break of dawn. The decree bears the date on which this judgement is pronounced.
#The gavel sounds#
Aye Aye Your Honor

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Bobblehead Boy

1 Day Ago

Thank you, Your Honour. 👣🍃
They who have nothing to lose march with heads held highest. The crown lies in the gutter for there was never any need of it. It was overrated anyway. So there it must lie redundant for good. Or prepare for as many bloodbaths it may take to keep it there. So it shall be done. A classic offering. Well worded one.

Posted 4 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bobblehead Boy

1 Day Ago

Thanks for the praise, Miss M! 👣🍃

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Born and raised in Belfast at the height of The Troubles and scholarship educated at Cambridge University, UK. Having a tough upbringing has resulted in me embracing education and a sense of humour.. more..

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