03 April 2020

Oval Office Party

Hate grabs his buddies
(he’s perpetually popular)

Blame sits 
like a parrot
upon his shoulder,
eager to squawk

Boastful and Lies,
conjoined at the hip,
whisper in his ear,

while Greed salivates
in anticipation

Fearmongering 
puffs his chest
in a futile effort
to block Confusion
from sight

Ineptitude has renamed 
himself Genius

No, Hate is never alone


3 Apr 2020



This piece was written from this writing prompt:


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