Birkenstocks and Brie (Political Arrogance)
Tonight, what will it be?
Me sitting, Birkenstocks and brie
Finger pointing, wine still with stopper
Thoughts held steady. Who’s right, what’s proper?
Who will choose?
Who will lose?
I question you, more than me
Whilst sipping my tea
The choice is clear
Wine not beer
‘Tis my fight, not my plight
Perhaps, a cabernet tonight?
The truth be told
But why? When sold
It’s all about me
Whilst I sup my tea
Tonight I dine
I drink fine wine
Would you mind?
Do close the blind.
By: Red Dog


Pithy