Haven’t you heard? The elder statesman is packing. Emperor Discord is prancing to Palatine Hill in a red toga. He’s promised bread and circuses. He’s planning a retro-empire Roman regime.
After the wall comes the coliseum. No need to go in person. See pictures on X. Read the retweets. Watch Fox trust, they will not verify. Comedians, prepare to roast.
The joke’s on us. All the bread is meant for the one percent. Even now, they’re pulling up the stakes on the circus tent. You’ll find the performers leaving at midnight on the gravy train. Ticket price: unwavering, groveling loyalty.
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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