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the former president, she yawns

By susan marie loehePublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Everyone knew about the alleged riches.

The boy might not have had much of a chance.

Do you see yourself yet?

Look again, we're all in this story somewhere, in the everywhere,

in the deep nevermore..

The bragadoccio, the ignoble nouveau

was entertaining.

(in other words, he had money, they were in it for expensive drugs,

and a connection

that would get them more).

Do you see yourself yet?

He stood largely uncorrected, therefore,

and thought he was shocking and brilliant,

while mostly incoherent and rather dull, with a side of malevolence.

Do you see yourself yet?

Do we see ourselves yet?

He found himself perpetually in shallow company,

and believed everyone else to be stupid.

What endless darkness serves the ever shining.

Do we see ourselves yet?

He was handsome when young, in a certain way.

His disdain showed in the lines of his face as he aged;

though he never looked sorrowful, he resembled a grown pig.

He went mad.

Everyone watched.

Do we see ourselves yet?

only another mirror, spinning.

surreal poetry

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    Written by susan marie loehe