Satire

Blaming Evil Actions on Fickle is Not Worth A Nickle

In service to a gribble.

“Oh, he is just fickle.” She said, dreaming of his pickle.

(Always defending the evil one, she is.)

Spends as much time as she can at his winter palace. Sipping gross watered-down wine from a golden chalice.

Told me she joined a ladies who lunch bandette. Decked out as cheerleaders hoping to blow the trumpette.

“Politics, what’s that,” she asked, wearing a blank stare. “All I care about is steak well done, never medium-rare.”

“He looked my way today and scanned my rack. If that means I am counted, watch me plop down on my back”.

“All I want is inclusion, so don’t feed me fake news. I don’t believe those tales you tell me he spews.”

“What is more important,” I asked her today. “Saving democracy or being a prop in his play?”

Alas, insisting her king is just fickle. She lustily imagines the coming of his pickle.

( Trying to establish her identity through blind, insecure, superficial greed, that was her downfall)

© Suzanne V. Tanner, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

This piece was inspired by a prompt from the fabulous and talented Sherry McGuinn. Her word: fickle. My brain was also motivated by reading an excellent book last weekend: The Grifter’s Club by Sarah Blaskey, Nicholas Nehamas, Caitlin Ostroff, Jay Weaver.

Sherry tagged this gifted band of sisters and brothers: P.G. Barnett Joe Luca Desiree Driesenaar Caroline de Braganza Timothy Key Gurpreet Dhariwal Helen Cassidy Page Robin Klammer Tree Langdon Stephen Dalton Kristi Keller Tina L. Smith Rasheed Hooda Chris Hedges and any others wanting to play a tune with this orchestra. I would like to add Navya Gupta Manasi Diwakar Paroma Sen Amy Marley R Tsambounieri Talarantas Eli Snow Suntonu Bhadra J.D. Harms Elle Rogers David Grant Tony Young, Jr.

Thanks again for your time, my dear reading and writing friends.

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