Broken Promise Court
The orange warlock was bored.
Women and dirty dice weren't enough.
He wanted to "piece" the world together.
By igniting another war?
A witch with a crooked broom.
Wishes for much the same.
She flies in selfish circles.
Of black fluff and pink champagne...
Both are swinging plastic tongues like flaccid swords.
Both of them are bobbing for votes,,, like parched whores.
We, the pack of jesters.
Are left to pick up the pieces.
Of yet another broken promise court.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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