MACHIAVELLI IN THE BRONX
No one lives here any more, so how
is it you found me
slap-happily accosted by chores?
Yes, it’s the Sabbath, and dare
I objurgate your
Sunday best’s just too solemn
for my taste. Wise up. The young
could do with a good rumble – just
punk berating parrot how Homeric
underpinnings took flight
the day I evened old scores…
But why not cut
to the crux
of the crime. Ah!
Mentoring is narcissism’s
elixir. Naturally I’ll
give it spin, only next time
send me a newborn.
Copyright © Stefanie Bennett 2017
Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry, a novel, & a libretto.
Her latest poetry title ‘The Vanishing’ is available from Walleah Press.