a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Runner Is!

Silver tongued, but not erudite,
born with a pearl studded putter
in his hands. Gold plated larynx
smooth words and very little
substance. A politician running
for president. 147 condemned
prisoners, in the state he rules
executed (They couldn’t afford
a sharp lawyer) a proof that he,
behind a mask of smiling
charisma, is tough enough to
be the next chief executive of
the USA.