The Aftertaste of Kool-Aid

 

He was a fool, a money chaser

with penny eyes and thin skin.

 

He sold his integrity for a liar’s promise

politicians would pour gold into the rust belt.

 

He ignored every song had a dance, every leap

a come to Jesus if bottom was a deflated balloon of hot air.

 

Hung by his ignorance on a conspirator’s flag, he cried foul

when he was caught in his own trap.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2020


The Sunday Muse #134

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  1. qbitNovember 15, 2020 at 11:45 AM

    "with penny eyes" -- great! And this: "politicians would pour gold into the rust belt." So good!

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  2. Carrie Van HornNovember 15, 2020 at 12:46 PM

    This is sheer brilliance in poetry my friend, every line! You have nailed that fool for sure, and the title is priceless!!

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  3. HelenNovember 15, 2020 at 12:50 PM

    You went to the dark side ~ a splendid write, Susie.

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  4. FireblossomNovember 15, 2020 at 1:37 PM

    "hoist with his own petard" comes to mind!

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 15, 2020 at 1:58 PM

    We are emerging from an abusive relationship - yet it is astonishing how many millions believed the con, and how his enablers sacrificed country for career. I will be glad to see the last of 2020.

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  6. indybevNovember 15, 2020 at 3:10 PM

    Penny-eyed, thin-skinned, duplicitous, narcissistic, greedy, power hungry and hopefully gone, but I fear he'll spend the rest of his days getting even.

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  7. JimNovember 15, 2020 at 5:09 PM

    Good for you, Susie's writer. They all have it coming to them, some just excape for a time, long seems mostly. Did you have someone in mind?
    ..

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  8. hedgewitchNovember 17, 2020 at 7:19 AM

    Great take on the pic, Susie. Too many with power have pennies--or benjamins--for eyes, and seem oblivious to the devil's bargain they have contracted, while we are left stranded with a deflated balloon society and a pack of damn lies.

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  9. purplepeninportland.comNovember 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM

    Love this, Susie. The thought of those penny eyes makes me cringe.

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