Chair Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Chair

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This is my chair, my seat of power:
My presidency, ministry - ivory tower.
This is my chair whence I command;
Scream my orders, dictate - demand!
This is my chair from where I rule:
I am sovereign; you are fool.

This is my chair, in which I snooze,
Fantasise and swill my booze:
Pretend to be that which I’m not:
For what I am, is not a lot!

Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shoshana Green 02 March 2009

You've earned to chair this power of which you spake Set precedent for thinking man these trends to make Ministry through poetry ivory tower to righteously shake Oligarchs, kings, and fools your commands they take As for me Riveted pon lowly toadstool where I click To you my lord I glad extend my tongue so slick in hopes to fly on you to flit, I feed, I bootlick The shine of it on you reflects my bailiwick

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Victor Sklyarov 02 March 2009

Great poem. I've put it in My Favourites.10+

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