Little puppy born into orphanage and a dream,
Caged in the shelter and fettered by chains,
But stars and stripes glow with a vivid gleam;
And the smell of raw meat runs in his veins.

Now waxed in mettle and a member of the pack,
Moves silently from downwind to become alpha,
Preys on the weak and herds with a subtle attack;
Hence his callous ethos spreads a new miasma.

The scent of blood croons to his ravenous spirit,
The lone wolf on a reign of terror and disregard,
Alas new puppies shall from the ranks and inherit,
For a novel way they shall the auld discard,
They’ll forsake and send him to join the whisperers,
In his crucifixion he will fight his corner with no listeners.

The lion
Her sleek coat, georejus and full
Her powerful paws, silently gliding across the earth
Her entrancing eyes, able to steal hearts and souls
Her blinding teeth, killing in an instant
And yet, all she has to do is lay
Lay in the sun, in your regal beauty
Lay in the sun, surveying your kingdom
Lay in the sun, and below your mighty roar
If i’m lucky, I may be fit to be your afternoon snack

for all trade, a tariff- for all debt, a war
in my hand, the future and a **** to its door

under my hand, dear empress,
now you must understand
under my will, this nation
under my will- this land

a strongman's ire
to those who oppose
tear down the bulwarks
- who dare arose

Orwell, dear prophet
your tales of future design:

"you delusional *******..."

This nation, a reign of infamy,
this nation of mine

for you, dear empress-
costs any you dare
for your comfort, o empress
no expense to spare

The Man

I was thirsty; he gave no help.
Thence I kept no book on my shelf.
All ocean he wanted to gulp
And keep rest of them to himself.

S. Bharat

This list will really help you see,
All the life hacks that you need,
How to think and how to be,
If you are of human breed.

Pride- Don't be proud, everything you have achieved,
Is thanks to god(in which you HAVE to believe).

Envy- Don't want what others have, even if their **** is better,
if their gf's *** is fatter.(you'll end up in hell)

Gluttony-eat only as much as you need, and don't
enjoy any of your meals( food is as bad as *** it seems)

Lust-don't ever wish to ****, even when down on your luck
(and you haven't smashed in months)

Anger- don't be angry at the man who ******* your mom and took your land(you sure have to understand, he's a righteous Christian man)

Greed- don't want more and don't try,or you will surely roast,
your life should be sacrifice, only Jesus needs a Porche.

Oh and I almost forgot, Noone likes to **** a Sloth.

If you abide by these rules,
You'd avoid a lot of fun.
But as a righteous Christian fool,
That's a job that's all but done.

On solstice day I meet my favored friend
To mourn the ailing boy among our trench:
Avenge his death! We wonder to amend;
Caress his hair or keep away from stench?
Oh holy night, my pious soul becomes
Enthralled by devil’s work; I suffer to
The darkened venom: kin spreading crumbs
Upon the poor. Proclaim me free in lieu!
On dinner, gold in sight, I think of glee;
Abundance lies within, or may it be
An adage set by men to bypass fees
Of countless nights consuming petty tea?
Unfold me, great immortal pet of all
The feeble mortals; keep on, make them crawl.