ode to the new regime


He went hence
marching through the halls
like a soldier on his stallion
with confidence on his shoulder
and money in his pocket

clink
clink
clink

the change in his jeans rattled
boasting its presence

His swagger was intoxicating
but misguided
for his strut faded
and his ego deflated
when his empty home
indicated
that even the best of us
are lonely.


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