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