by David Plumb
Hook him to the IV.
Shoot him three times
Innocent or not.
President wipes out thirty thousand
With the stroke of microphone
TV and a smirk he can’t hide.
So what? Go ahead.
Whirl on your toes.
Spin the next kill
To your own persuasion.
Don’t matter no how
A forever Georgia Peach
You can’t wait for the next call
The next game, the next gas leak.
The next orchestrated know how
Kickback to when how
Take a bow
Do the American jig.
Needle him for good.
Dance like hell.
David Plumb’s latest fiction book is A Slight Change in the Weather. He has worked as a paramedic, a cab driver, a, cook and tour guide. A long time San Francisco writer, he now lives in South Florida .
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