Page 41 in the series Before the Pirates Came*
“Her officials within her are roaring lions; her rulers are evening wolves, who leave nothing for the morning.” Zephania 3:3 (NIV)
(Miranda boarded the plane and fastened her seatbelt.)
They taxied down the runway
“flight attendants take your seats,”
the plane will reach an altitude of 40,000 feet.
Miranda’s sipping Vodka
soon her wings will touch the sky,
Ready to shop– it’s time to buy!
fashion icons to embrace,
Chopard has diamond watches
that put on a happy face.
And sandals stratospheric
stole her heart at Jimmi Choo,
Only the best– Worth Avenue!
The Donald and George W.
are seated near the bar,
Rush Limbaugh sat with Tiger Woods
and smoked a fat cigar.
She saw the ghost of Elvis
John Travolta, and Stallone,
Where’s Giuliani?– he just went home!
Miranda’s fully energized
a soaring manic high,
she smooths her hair and takes a breath
a long bipolar sigh,
The players on the bar stools
a performance they will see,
One more drink– will set her free!
But once it’s set in motion
a torrential drunken binge,
a painful taste of ecstasy
a game no one can win.
No dignity, no self-respect
Miranda’s lost at sea,
a bobbing cork– a memory.
Her fantasy vacation
wasn’t all that she had planned,
she stayed out late, got wasted,
bought a swimsuit, got a tan.
She worried that misfortune
someday soon might come her way,
God to Miranda: “It’s time to pray.”
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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