An ode to the toad
| The Clothes Have No Emperor
It’s an expensive suit with a long red tie.
The material’s great, but it’s lined with lies.
It’s fueled by hate as it struts the stage,
And it fills the crowd with trumped up rage.
A swoop of hair just floats in space,
Above spray tan orange that suggests a face.
Then a tailored jacket with a clever cut,
To square round shoulders and hide the gut.
A crisp white shirt (no coloreds please),
And relaxed fit pants for greater ease.
Set off by shoes of exotic hide,
Too bad that there’s no one inside.
Terrence G. Fisher © 2019
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