Plastic placards populate
the lawns of those mistaken
to think the Lords of Liberty
were somehow rudely shaken
for pompous peacocks still parade
their ostentatious odium
as brand new speakers sidle up
to climax at the podium—
such a public display makes me go *ug*
could they possibly be more smug?
Are You Reading Me?
Climaxing at the podium? Bit naughty!
ReplyDeleteBTW I'd make that "Ug!" with the h makes it softer and it doesn't quite rhyme.
Neat poem!