The Moral High Ground

by Mark Rawlins   Jan 17, 2018


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.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Mark,

    a brilliant rhyming piece.

    Michael :)