One political poem by Serena Spinello

Moribund Monarch
By Serena Spinello

Cold meat veiled in cinders of morality,
orifices regurgitating deceit.
Imprudent mouth, reverberating motives of retribution.
That’s where I reside;
scampering between cavities, seducing fillings and tantalizing plaque.
Each hour I pleasure your molars again
for the first time.
I rest my head upon your gills and watch you deploy pathetic tactics.
The cryptic tongue licks my wounds,
then hangs me out to dry
next to our worn flag.
I hurl propaganda and amendments at your rotting gums.
The sand which you make them march upon forms a trap-
now you’re stuck like the rest of us.
Where did you go?
Reposing in Texas;
golfing on land erected from lies.
The oil you bathe in can’t not cleanse a sullied soul.
Corruption arouses me so I stay.
Hear the divine music;
your glands carping ethereal hymns to your defeat.
Incisors parody your pathetic plight.
Upon your chops I stand high-
shredding my cloak of conformity to broadcast my splendor for all to see.
then I’ll bed your saliva as you assess your cognizance.

Author bio:

Serena Spinello is 26 years old and lives in New York. Her poetry has been featured in Cause and Effect, Conceit Magazine, Sien en Werden, Ceremony, Mississippi Crow, Lachryma :Modern Songs of Lament, Children Churches & Daddies, The Centrifugal Eye and Pawn. Serena can be contacted via email at shadigirl@optonline.net or serena.theresa@gmail.com.