The Agent
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In fashion (and politics) one day you're in... and the next day you're out.
Mad kings are sly devils,
and like math homework,
they’re hard to get rid of.
Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.
You find yourself the airline
agent, “Sorry sir, your departure
is booked and ticket printed -
please proceed to the gate."
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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