Muscles And The Socialite Poem by Douglas Scotney
Muscles And The Socialite
As if a 72-year-old socialite
wouldn't grab a chopper
to maintain both job and socialite standing.
Leaving aside whether he actually gave her the job for the perks;
as if a man, who stresses
he's wiser than his two predecessors,
and has her as a personal friend,
wouldn't know she'd do that.
As if he shouldn't quit as well;
not wise at all
but a dumb-bell.
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4/19/2024 7:44:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Finally gone after two weeks - hope the chopper ride was worth it. Error of judgement are the in words when shonky and out for self better defines it.