Photo: Amy-Leigh Barnard on Unsplash

He believes he is perfect,

The Gods’ answer to fate.

And they can all now retire,

For they had taken the bait.

He’ll dominate every action,

He’ll defend every crime,

If it’s done to the benefit

Of his imperious climb.

He recruits many minions

Who fetch and carry his deeds,

For to him it is given

That they’ll kowtow to his creed.

He will squelch any protest,

He’ll ridicule any voice

That dares not speak his glory

Or demands to have choice.

He is crass, and he bullies

Lashes out at dissent,

Because to him it is treason

If people still seek consent.

He is cruel, he is shallow

He full worship expects,

He will break every branch

To feed his Tyrannical Rex.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Imperious at 123 words

Note: The photo of a (small handed) Animatronic Tyrannosaurus (T-Rex) was taken by Amy-Leigh Barnard at the Natural History Museum in London. No offense intended in the poem to the dinosaurs, extinct though they are.