Thought #18

My poetry is everyone’s poetry. 
 
When you read my words they are colored by your experiences…….
it is your story I am telling.
July 13/19

Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #39

All sit around the table
watching
waiting
wondering who they will see today:
the joker…..
the coker….
or
the screeching maniac
believing that world is about to attack?
Don your makeup
close up will happen at noon.
Lies trip from lips
grimace in place of a smile
glance at the clock
countdown begins……
ten
nine
eight…..
Finger on the trigger
when did you pull a gun?
Wanton disregard
psychopath you are
destroying
raping
marauding.
Shore up your battle lines
all await your downfall.
Jocular in public
raise your hand
wave the white flag
be kind to all who look your way
but
when the doors do close
the face comes off
reality sets in
and demons begin to froth.
Sold your soul to the devil
made your pact
ready to pay?
He will be back.
©July 13/19
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