Under the carpet

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Photograph I : “President” D.J. Trump, the biggest chief of the present USA

Under the carpet

It is not a red carpet, but grey,

of grey ashes.

They have a way of saying it,

I have seen it, before.

It is not ‘my guy’, an ordinary guy

I say, I mean, no doubt about it, longer

than half a second.

A real guy shines, not as a bird, a bird.

Birds need food and water, during winter

always and just in time, a touch of a feeling.

I do not have an insight but also a good and

sharp sight!

Birds do not need sweeties by mamma,

the sweeties of my own country.

Birds do not need a lack of nutrition

healthy nutrition.

A cryptical way of describing it all, the mess

you call it, that manner, prevents a larger catacomb.

I think, it is not a good sign,

when my favourite feather friends

are thirsty, again and over, while air

tries to choke them All, in one more time.

It is not ‘his’ husband but someone

who longs to Vietnam, not a cousy comfortable

way of loving, by all the theatres in the world.

Realism has a definition by Botox fillers,

covering up the daylight as well as the dream

of my night, everyone who stands with it.

Trumpetters are friends, all of a sudden on my path

a California or Florida dream, dentists all over,

diamonds from the USA for the Red Cross, if you

have a closer look.

I have seen them all changing, since the year

of 2017, YouTube, Oh My God, it would be the next

order to be arranged.

Pompeii (Mike Pompeo) is lost more under

the carpet than nine and one, against the wall.

I would like to ask Neil Gorsuch, what he has

been doing, the last past year. Sorry.

It is an empty wall, a lot of cities, all countries

almost, participate in this game, by rotten tomatoes

of data, I spit out, without tasting them, all as a child.

The Big Ben in London, the United Kingdom, does not

strike twice a day, in the way Hong Kong SAR China, does.

It is like an old music record or movie, too short and keeps

on repeating, itself.

As long as Mexico shuts his, or her face, Canada rules

our trade world. I am not smart but stupid and lost my mind.

The queen has left Argentina for Alaska or South-Africa.

Plenty of food has been guarded by ‘the Guardian’

the lawyer prefers, to go to jail, rather than stay.

It is how they offer themselves, by documents of Israel;

having a conversation like a material girl.

The red carpet is fancy for daily diamonds

New York City brings, after the wallet has been

stolen in more than 4 years. Easy.

It has no consequences for the world.

It is freedom.

It All, took me only half an hour, maybe

15 minutes, to have and take the chance.

Why can’t I be like her.

She is more than a mystery to the world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

May 31, 2019

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© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Trumpetters on the road

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