J R

By Bianca Begovich

I used to think

that the sun

shone out — of your mouth

 

A kind of a he-woman

you were staunch but warm

The few times we met

I liked you and thought

we were on the same page

I admired your double-speak

but that was before I knew what it was

 

It was too much to ask

that you fall on your sword

but your hellish highways

and platinum pay rises

and the new palace

you are building yourself

with my money

are just a bit

too

Brash

 

We are no longer reading

from the same book

So I have snuffed out the light

that we shared

 

While I set about

supporting my community

and tree planting

and going on school visits

and growing my own food

 

You seem very busy

wheeling and dealing

and running with the big boys

and saving

your own

ass