The Oral Office Poem by Francie Lynch

The Oral Office



There's movement afoot.
Occupants and sycophants
Are scattering
From the Rainbow Rooms
Of Green, Red, Blue and Yellow,
To the more concrete setting
Of the Oral Office,
Where the North and South Porticos
Take on new meaning,
Behind the secure cement walls
Of the Skinners, toothless or otherwise.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: political humor,politics,prison,trump
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leeann Azzopardi 03 January 2019

Right On! I feel the same way

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Francie Lynch 02 January 2019

The Trumps are on their way to prison.

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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