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Everyone Has Pom Poms
loud exuberant cheering
the hats are on
everyone has pompoms
every time their god opens his mouth
they go nuts
shades of Hitler
they are so loud none can hear what he says
he makes all kinds of claims
mostly lies
they hear him not
so proud, puffed up
loving his pompous attitude
and his big stupid grin
he could be talking about snake oil salesmen
or the merits of new feminine products
the crowd is frenzied
his fervent admirers
cheering every time he tries to utter a sentence
he is more and more puffed up
they adore me he thinks
I can say anything
And he is right.
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Caren Krutsinger
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