Thursday, October 8, 2020

day THIRTEEN HUNDRED and SIXTY

Walk of Shame

 

Today you were caught.

The paparazzi snapped

their cameras with each step.

 

The ongoing affair you had

and declared a hoax

for nearly a year,

 

which you denied

publicly was met with

the hard truth.  Lying

 

Comes easily to you

just as you touted snake oil

cures just as you hopped

 

from bed to bed, less

a desire to fill the deep

emptiness where love

 

Belongs but as a mirror

of you power.  You

were accustomed to money

 

solving such problems by

paying off your former

wives and mistresses

 

In exchange they would

Remain silent. This Is why

the country is in a fever

 

to see you walk to Air Force 1

As you wear a mask and your last

night’s presidential uniform

 

Your head bowed

reluctantly waving to

the witnesses, to the word.

 

Where you finally acknowledge

The coronavirus is

A cruel, vengeful mistress.  


--Tom Lagasse

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