Poems of the Week

You Know Who You Are

by Bruce Bennett

The man is a “scurrilous cad.”
You already knew he was bad.
First Stormy, then Karen.
No doubt there’s a Sharon.
Well, he has the word for it. Sad.

What’s sad is, he’s running the show.
No more than a circus, we know,
But how could a clown
Have been handed a Crown
With such license to strut and to crow?

So ask yourself: Who put him in?
Whose is the Original Sin?
There’s still time to atone.
Go on, cast the first stone.
You might yet find Redemption. Begin.