PLAYING SECOND FIDDLE

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Oct 03, 2024

PLAYING SECOND FIDDLE
Yes, folks you read it here! it's dueling banjo’s time.
They play the second fiddle! and did not make a dime.
A music so clouded! with gossip on the vine, did not chime.
An educator vs the philosopher! the other guy Vence calls the card
Who cares I for one don’t get it! the picture is quite hard to find.
Two deputies rambling along! having fun with no care till done
A debate that struck and sucks! Here are two guys that do relate.
And the fate of their leadership oh just wait. I fear it is much too late.
Would you elect eighter one, given the presidency, I elect Bill Gates.
Envision a deportation South of the Border! then take away their rights
Don’t deliberate nor hesitate to look at a nation hell full of ingrates
Enjoy the show tonight! It's Larry, Curly, and Mo, a fist full of regrets.
It could be worse Second Fiddle's secrets could resonate with Watergate
Playing second fiddle threading a needle or avoiding mass migration 
Would this be the answer to our impending immigration repatriation?

Into the Mist Poetry Volume 9.
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories / Raw Energy.

 

Tags: Imagery, Abstract, Weird, Deep,

 

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