As the emperor goes mad
How soon no one knows
Now just how mad just how bad
It has to get for
The ones who got the money
Got and kept it all
To say enough not funny
No fun anymore
Bored with insult comedy
They edge toward the door
Hedge their bets as they can see
Through the haze of hate
To make up their minds about
His imperium
Take their tax cuts and get out
Feeling kind of dumb
But if not the best of us
Better than before
Stepping back to let it fall
With a nudge from fate
Fall of its own weight no less
Judged if not by them
Hoping now is not too late
To be rid of him
As too bad for business
As just how it goes
Write on, Steven!! When Wall Street crashes, "those people" will "see" that they've been mislead. "No fun anymore"............Yes! Then again, was it ever? Hello 2020 election "For the rest of us"!!
Love ya!
Jane
Reviewed by John Smallshaw (Reader)
Reviewed on June 13, 2020
An excellent commentary. The piece flows faultlessly,really enjoyed the reading of it. j
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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When you describe, "falling from its own weight." I'm reminded of that parody poem that I wrote, Trumpty Dumpty.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane