I think they are all liars
the gossipmongers
who tell tales about
her
now that she has gone
the mean spirited evil beings
who rise up out of their political Graves
to tell me things they think I want to hear
when I really don’t.
do I really want to
know
the machinations of her leaving
when I ache over the fact that she's gone
when there's grave
robbers
who insiste on pissing on the grave
for some reason I
can't phantom
perhaps they are
jealous
having been kept out of her existence
when they ache for her to
pay them the attention
she gave to better
men than them
I think they tell tales
they do not know for a fact
needing to bury that part of this story
so that they can get
on with their lives
turning her into some
specter
of their own creation
so they do not have to feel left out
while I listen like a
peeping Tom
I’m expected to believe because
I've been cast out too
whistling past the
graveyard
of political aspirations
hoping the world will not
go topsy-turvy again
hoping I am better than they are
telling nasty tales I won't believe
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