Upon Re-election

Upon Re-election

The Emperor strode on stage,
“I declare this is the classiest suit
I’ve ever worn. More comfortable
and tremendous and I made it myself!”

Grateful reporters saluted
and his devotees cheered.
Serious pundits on television debated
both sides of his magnificence.

Hospitals filled with flu.
Streets filled with families
begging coins of the realm.

Poets and children laughed at his length
which his supporters refused to see
yet asserted that it was huge.


(Happy Labor Day! Expect even more political poems through Election Day. Don’t forget to register to vote and double-check your voter registration at the 2020 Voters Calendar.)

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5 Responses to Upon Re-election

  1. Susi Bocks says:

    Hmmm, sounds like another pompous ass we all know! Good one, Bartholomew!

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