Spoiled child of fortune

Your face cause's revolutions.

When you walk it is in grace, civility, charm, the style of cavalry swager,

but your eye's,

expression,

breath,

face,

and over all sense of worth is something more than I can ever think,

list,

imagine.






Should I consider your birth?

Names of proper breeding,

or should one think of something more,

is the world made for your own play ground?





Shall I bend my knee;s my lord?

Shall you respond;

"It was not fault of mine!"?




And know it was never your fault of yours?

Does his Grace not question his order's?

Or shall we Hail you?

Shall we bark:

"Shall we hit them again sir?"






Or will you blame the galper?

Our lord?

Or shall you bow to your words?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

There's two g's in the word swagger friend-o.

That's not your only error either.

Good subject, potentially a good poem held back by poor execution.

( don't get a*s hurt for not saying stupid platitude bullshit like "awesome poem! :) great job". I get too much hate mail for not pandering to the hurt feelings brigade already)

[MoriartyMesa]

I almost never reply to a comment, but nice slug to the face, i should revisit old work. Thank you

[Cool Girl]

Awesome poem! :) Great job :)

[Chadvonswan]

I hate the word "swagger"
..but I spaded this poem man

[Muse]

You are a writer of riddles and mystery.

Does his Grace not question his order's?

Or shall we Hail you?
Shall we bark:
"Shall we hit them again sir?"


submission is a b***h.