Proud pulled up creased blue collars.

Satisfied stance leaning against iced pillars.

Cheshire cat smile spread so broad.

Content of taking what was not for the taking.

Surmised that the fracas has left me quaking.

Oh what a prized deserving fool.

Non the wiser that this imaginary win is minuscule.

Soon the smoke screen will fall.

It’ll be my smirk that will enthral.

The echoes of my laughter with be deafening.

My success will be coming for you gunning.

For I will be the one to have the last laugh.

And hard so hard I will laugh.


Poem by me @sugaroc
Art by @artcindymf


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