Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,

rew4er2nail


Not a human creature stirred, nor seen

throughout Highland Manor,
property carpeted in lush green

gently hilly terrain,

(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th,
deux thousand twenty one).


Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
hammering, and drilling psyche
where mailer demons invade,
that immediate hell fire enfilade
natural hair color made
gray follicular shocks amply pervade
instantaneously turning
Janus faced with Machiavellian

mean streak inlaid
(how word some would say)

"stern", any previous
housewarming aura
experiencing welcome spiel,

nor iota of politesse present,
but Trumpeting her entourage,
asper self important capering escapade

taskmaster known to abrade
even the most stalwart macho,
gung-ho, brave heart appear afraid,
thus oft time tis most
advantageous and optimal
prospective mutineers betrayed

Princess Ja***n Ge***r
harridan de jure ushering tirade

akin to a petit grand mal one
woman banshee masquerade

hoop puts on be preyed
upon switching pretentious airs
dead ringer give
away (immediately
points gnarled finger
sentenced to clinker visage),

non verbal charade
hence unstoppable mounting
anticipatory anxiety manifests
as disabling, impending,
oppressing fate
cannot be delayed
if insubordinate tenants
try with futility to evade

officials with truncheons flayed
doth rarely give surcease
renters passing grade

she, the consummate
de facto grande heiress

of Gr***e & Qu**e

inherited plum deal,
where lifetime employment,

and generously paid
analogous as born
(that way) portrayed
maintaining poker face
into royalty made,
now as single mother
to biracial heir
purportedly inhabits castle

abode with parents,
thus no child
care costs paid
expectant heavy foot
falls getting louder,
(oh...no that jist
my heart pounding
whence approaching raid

so please inform this jade
did troubadour if privy to let
(me and the missus) aid
i.e. a safe and sound
place to call home
with this hole in the poetry wall,
I would immediately
make thee a fair trade

in lieu of living, where
mercilessness doth parade
expenses property upkeep,
teaching (two
door ring) English,
or even employed
as a mister minute maid.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2021 18:45
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    I was completely lost from start to finish, what a literary ride! lol
    reminds me of teenage nights after a few to many beers (UK) - where reality blurs incessantly, between eureka discovery and ridiculous hilarity



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