Moody, broody, Punch & Judy,
stuck and fucked in second gear—
at least there’s nothing
left to fear. Hate reigns down
from a farcical queen
perched on a throne of face cards,
deck stacked, cut denied—
Dealer’s choice,
House always wins.
But something else
begins.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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