un desconocido
me dio un beso
salvation
a los labios
mi naris sangro
la difusion
roja al mar
flores encantadas
vestido para dar
la beinvenida
conceive y suelte
recuerdo del pasado
de la muerte
condenacion
volver en este
momento
Categories:
naris, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Those magazine covers,
All over your walls…
Do not matter-- Mr. Trump-
You are greedy corporate master.
We don’t need a one man show-entertainer.
In some other lifetime, perchance--
You were a snake oil salesman.
We have enough self-naris-tic people.
Parading around thinking they are the real.
You believe what you say and that it is the only way…
But not me, I just think you’re a @$$...
But No tea or biscuit I would have with you.
I find your demeanor to be Spoiled Boloney—
I would rather elect Mr. Magoo…
Please-Please, tell me
Enquiring minds want to know
How on this earth could you ever
Run this country---
When you can Not fix your hair.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Categories:
naris, business, celebrity, history, judgement,
Form: Free verse