day 332…a day delayed

News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!

Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

sycophant’s bawl

he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane
his court of dunces hail his name
with flattery most insincere
 
to anyone who sees, it’s clear, 
the ugly truth, they have no shame
he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane

they sold their souls to profiteer
for promises of power, fame
but now they know who bears the blame
oh they were duped, fed lies and fear
he’s been quite naked now for years

~kat

btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel. 

A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.