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Rated: E · Poetry · Political · #2182911
An ode to the toad
         The Clothes Have No Emperor

                   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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