One Woman stood up…against the angry, fawning crowd,
and spoke “her” mind… “her” mind,
as the rest of them genuflected,
on their knees
and paid heed and tribute
to the Pretender,
with his slick yet thick,
garbled voice…addled by the drugs
and…yea…those Uncle Toms,
did speaketh “his” mind…. “his” mind,
“we’re all ready to die”
just give us the word
it’s just a little bitter tasting.
God Bless Christine
Tim Engel, © 2009
Originally posted on July 25th, 2013.
Last modified on January 14th, 2014.