The people’s avatar

This one-eyed jack, this pop-up, this joker
This arrogator, this poor billionaire
This matchstick to hard wood, this fire poker
This bombastic firework flashing in air

His flesh will fade since he’s simply mortal
Brittle celebrity not withstanding
His wife’s in diamonds at their gala ball
But he will not be the last man standing

Reality T.V. made him a star
Despite a secret wish to fire us all
Flaunts himself as the people’s avatar
Like his stock on Wall Street, he too will fall

Blustering sucker puncher, angry, smug
For now he gives orders like one more thug

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About Gesture Press

The poetry of Nicholas Power and his reviews of singular poems in a sequence titled Cadence.
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