Her Entrance

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Her Entrance 

a little pirouette through the pocket doors
clued me her party was a closed circle
a gather round of the currency comfortable
in this high tide of hypocrisy and pretense

a parade of pretty things masking materially
the step by step thuggery the spouses employ
to produce the political drama and drudgery
that divides the people to multiply dividends

to what end does the princess seek amends
for the sister she blisters in her greed
the cultured avarice of needs to be met
the pleasured pennies presented to that end

NaPoWriMo 7 April 2017

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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