Choose who you trust, she said.
Like a secret she was sharing.
She acted like she was caring
But her eyes were cold and dead
As was the expression she was wearing
Only one voice broke the silence
And it was a script everyone knew,
But no one believed it was true.
Another night of lies and violence
Draped in red, white and blue
The dinner conversation was intense
With winner and loser breaking bread,
Both just trying to get ahead.
None of the arguments made sense
But at least both left well fed.
October 10, 2024
Image: Geralt (Pixabay)
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