The Agent Poem by anais vionet
The Agent
Mad kings are sly Devils,
and like math homework,
they're hard to get rid of.
Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.
You find yourself the airline
agent, "Sorry sir, your departure
is booked and ticket printed -
please proceed to the gate."
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: boyfriend,political humor,teen
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In fashion (and politics)one day you're in... and the next day you're out.
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5/10/2024 9:32:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Haha! Reminds me of a former President...