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by Mark Rawlins Jan 17, 2018 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Red carpet's down in Tinsel Town with camera flash and glitz. But sequins sparkle sombre gown with subtle flash of tits. What goes around, it comes around, like Harvey's moral compass. So time to seize the highest ground with Presidential rumpus. You're right on, Sister Medusa, your integrity's intact, and show that Mister Producer your ability to act. From oration to ovation, here's the moment, this one's yours. Last gasp of a dying nation that still clutches at straws.
by Michael
Mark, a brilliant rhyming piece. Michael :)