A High Window
I'm seeking that high window
the one that looks down
on the so called high-ups.
The elites have begun to rot
and stink.
The corrupt are grinning
through their death masks
and we smell their tuxedoed decay.
If I find that high window
I will open it wide
and take a piss from it
just to anoint the smug heads
of those circus freaks
who consider us the clowns!
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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