poems for Monsters #5: That Old Sith

Palpatine has lost his lightning
Now he cons the Subway guy
For free sandwiches

Don’t even need my mind control he brags
Kid’s just a moron

He stoops to pluck a cigarette butt
smeared across the sidewalk

Six or seven babies like these
make a good smoke

Say he says
Want to split a meatball sub?
It’s on me