A Rotten Joke
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1 min readJul 21, 2020
I scan the room for things of interest
My eyes alight of a baseball hat
White, browning with dust
Trump 2016 there will be hell toupee!
It says, an old joke gone rotten
Like a banana left in the sun
My friend bought it when he was in America
We laughed, reality would never allow such absurdity
Dystopia was for movies and fiction writers
And even they like to carry a degree of plausibility
Reality unwinds and exposes our pieties
Masks of superiority unfurl and reveal our hypocrisies
The bodies pile up, the joke’s on us
Horror is the close cousin of awe.
© John Horan 2020
