Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Jacob finally got his dream job as a banker.
The quirks of the new role quickly set in.
His skin formed a film, damp and slimy.
His stomach bulged from his fresh white shirts.
A once exposed scalp hid beneath long, thin strands of hair.
Suddenly he was a whole new class of person.
He'd hired a maid to handle any chores around the house.
He demanded his Pop Tarts be grilled.
A vile creature indeed.

Hag had her eyeballs squashed against the window
Almost certain the same girl had walked by earlier today
After fingering her collection of Polaroids Hag pulled out the rotary
The constabulary would be hearing about this

He peered through his ghostly eyelids down his crusty nose and sagging chin.
Over his bulging stomach and his legs and his tiny feet.
It was a difficult position to maintain if he was being honest.
His legs quavered as he produced a toothless thin-lipped smirk.

I crossed the road at the zebra crossing.
I turned around and went back.
The driver looked angry.
I was letting the power get to my head again.

The pirate always felt undermined by his parrot.
When he issued orders his companion would often remark snidely.
Being unsure if the parrot meant what it said really affected his confidence.

The king was a terrible ruler.
His posture was atrocious.
People wished he would stand up straighter.