And Her Comes Cris Poem by RIC BASTASA
And Her Comes Cris
untying his tie
disrobing his red polo shirt
without his pants on
except his
stylish G string
looking like a native
from the uncivilized
mountain
the cameraman directs
his gaze
and to project his
bankable image
he was told
never to smile.
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