"45"

Out and about one sunny day   

I tripped over alternative facts   

And fell into the rabbit hole   

I plunged into an Orwellian nightmare   

Where ignorance was strength   

And a pompous idiot—   

Who reflected reality with a narcissistic mirror—   

Targeted the well-read man with censorship   

My breathing labored as the weight of corrupt lies    

Constricted my lungs   

While I struggled to climb out of the pit   

To seek sunlight and truth   

His lunacy became the norm   

And my intellectualism was cursed into damnation   

Copyright 2017 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Liar"

Full eye contact with head tilted “just so”

The words he speaks ring false and hollow

He moves his hand smoothly down her arm

Tries to blind her with his deceitful charm

His veneer appears glossy and smooth

He’s a trickster who distorts the truth

Through a phony wink and cocked eyebrows

He seduces with his empty vows

He manipulates her emotions

By conjuring deceptive notions

He craves her devotion on a whim

As her passion means nothing to him

He’s a con artist, a promoter

He’s barren inside—a pretender.

Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman