Poem: Old Tyrants Must Go

Posted: April 8, 2013 in Scribble
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Old tyrants must go,
Go where? I don’t know.
It’s time you know
that this is not your show

Old tyrants must go,
To places where you sow
your unrealized sorrow
in the fields or meadow,
you should have gone many moons ago.

Old tyrants must go,
where you want to go
you can’t stoop too low
cause your knees will go
just like powdered snow.

Old tyrants must go,
Why do you still crow
like a caged bird in woe?
You’re not Edgar Allan Poe
Your stories really blow.

Old tyrants must go,
We don’t like your dog and pony show
that makes you look like a yo-yo
in that one man circus show
we already know you’re no better than a ho.

Old tyrants must go,
Heaven or hell, you should know,
cause you spent your life with the flow
heading for that plateau
a long long time ago.

Old tyrants must go,
Say goodbye, greet hello
not to Dolly but to so and so
who might nurse your status quo
better the devil you know.

Old tyrants must go,
Here today, gone tomorrow
easy come, easy go,
So just hoe your own row
and let the people go.

Old tyrants must go,
you can’t get your ducks in a row
and you can’t steal the show,
take a bow, just lay low
you’re not that gung ho anymore.

Old tyrants must go,
to the great trees where seedlings grow,
you can drink your Bordeaux
you can watch Curly, Larry and Moe.
No need to fear your own shadow.

Old tyrants must go,
be free for once, no need to row
like the madman going to and fro.
those old ideas you need to forgo,
before they throw you out with a UFO.


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