Fake newsA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
I saw a reporter
powder her face, take the mic, ask “Am I a go, are we ready?” wobbling unsteady on her stilt-y high heels, looking more like a woman of vice, doing take after take, when it dawned on me, there wasn’t a story taking place, and it was all fake. © 2018 Maxwell RyderReviews
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