A short purple poem

it’s raining purple /

and all that should be said /

has been said /

what’s left is the wind..hot /

of those who like to hear themselves speak /

what’s left is the machination /

to make this prince a poster child /

for..opioids..aloneness..gender-sex fluidity and living wills /

take your pick /

pick yourself up and travel on /

remember the name with a thank you for passing this way /

with the pouring of libations /

in tribute to collective genius and hard work /

it’s raining purple /

and i am hopeful for the royalty yet to come.

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