Short Order Cook

Short Order Cook

 

 

 

hyperbole makes me hyperventilate

orange lies from fire eyes

breathing bible scent

a pocketful of promises

long ago spent

 

depleting our accounts

but still listening to his

of accomplishments varied

 

while time bends against

his pomp and circumstance

 

as we watch our lives matter

not a smatter...

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto 

8/31/2020

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

We are almost in dire straits because of them while they go on with their pomp and show. When do we own our power and plant a nice kick on their expansive behinds? About time, says I.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dhara,
j.

[AJNJ]

Its all empty promises and lofty claims. Such a false and hollow ring to all of it. This is a very relatable poem for people fed up of politicians everywhere.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, AJNJ,
j.

[Dave Brown]

All that seems to matter is getting re-elected by hook or by crook
Anything goes

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Dave,
j.

[Papaya]

Nice bit of sociopolitical commentary.
I love it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ana,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I saw green eyes here,telling of a lost love to another, but I also saw orange politics and the campaign trail. I love poems that can be read on several levels. You can take your pick, where you want to go, depending on the mood you are in.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, the mood, yes,
thank you, Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I detect a certain reaction to the campaign trail in this one, and a scepticism about all the words from the stump (Trump-Lol) that are empty and meaningless. That first stanza really nailed it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, John,
j.