The Cat Out Of
The Bag
by Joanna M.
Weston
as luck would have
it, in the calm
before the storm I lucked
into a communist conspiracy
of blushing brides wearing
their best bib and tucker
that knocked my socks over
the moon so I kicked up
my heels as a mover and shaker
a poor excuse for a pillar
of society on a trip
down memory lane where the rock
and the hard place squash
the wolf at the door into
a plain old wheeler dealer
who got out on the wrong side
of the bed and got stuck in the mud |
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