Have you ever landed in a flock
of eggshell people, the thin skinned
beretta tongued who love to see you bleed,
but don’t want you to leave a scratch
on their egos with truth?
They’re all into their star spangles, white
tabernacles, and Grinch charming.
Peacocks levitated on red, white, and blue
thinking they’re so holy you must walk
a gangplank if you call them out for their hypocrisy.
Well, I’m way past the egg minuet, and
have started clogging when cornered
by a schoolmarm smirk spill of people
who like to make the water boil, but
don’t want to swim in the heat.
I’m all into avoiding, keeping my peace with distance,
but when devils come to my doorstep, I’ll stomp a few shells.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
Louise: Part 3
Ka-pow! and she does it again, knocks it right out of the park. I am with you every step of the way, kiddo. You speak a powerful and unafraid truth - wish more of our supposed "leaders" did.
ReplyDeleteYep, those chickens can dish it out but they sure can't take it. I love your Louise poems!
ReplyDeletehah! you "scrambled" that one! such a fun read. and so much talent! xx, ren
ReplyDeleteSo good. Every line!
ReplyDeleteI love the power in your poems, Susie. Just wonderful ❤️
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