Hook, Line, and Sinker
I was shocked when you all fell for it
A swell guy (for a billionaire)
He swept you off your feet
Captured your hearts (and played your heartstrings like a fiddle)


Now, we Manhattanites knew all about him (pre-escalator, pre-Apprentice)
We were there when he cheated and lied to small contractors (oh, and his wife)
We knew he was a steaming pile of (insert vulgarity here)
And while he dangled the Shiny New Thing (dizzyingly bright), you swayed to YMCA
You chained yourself to his fictitious yacht (um, which the Saudis paid for)
that has become a sinking ship

I have neither schadenfreude nor smugness
There is no victory here
Only one last sweeping view of the shore
because as he sinks, as you sink,
we all sink together
We are sunk, kids
© 2025 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For The Sunday Whirl. Check out the link to find the words for this one! My internet is spotty and I need to post this fast, hee hee. A


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