And Her Comes Cris - Poem by RIC BASTASA

untying his tie
disrobing his red polo shirt
without his pants on
except his
stylish G string
looking like a native
from the uncivilized
the cameraman directs
his gaze
and to project his
bankable image
he was told
never to smile.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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