Inauguration/Coronation Day 2017


The Baffoon, fancying himself a king, the BEST king, stood on the balcony preparing to address citizens congregated on the mall. His stately looking wife, donning her royal attire, was posed behind him like a trophy he'd acquired, valued for nothing but her beauty. A tortured being, lost in plain sight.

Aided by a TelePrompter, he prognosticated...about his greatness…
his victory, his intelligence, his prowess...
his power.

Hallow boasts any peasant could see through...His weaknesses and insecurities on full display,  like so many rulers before him.

The diverse masses, tired of the vitriol, of coronations that reminded them how "lowly" they were, stayed away...the smallest crowd present in the history of this land.

Yet, the king noticed not...his eyes reflected an abundant crowd, delusions of grandeur so familiar to him to be second nature.

The fool celebrated his oratory achievement, the longest coherent speech of his life; so pleased with himself he grins like a child at a talent show, Oblivious to the real responsibility his title holds.

His smug grin implies he swallowed the proverbial canary...only this cat swallowed the dreams of vulnerable citizens...

Who long for him to choke.





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