Fodder for Felons

Mar-a-Lago’s a henhouse
guarded by foxes
with top secret files
in taped cardboard boxes
Classified docs
spread all over the floor
fodder for felons
trying to even the score

Millions of lost souls
and Q-cultist bigots
they lap up the lies
from electronic spigots
looking for purpose
while grasping at straws
praising their savior
despite all his flaws

Empty of knowledge
full of deep longing
Q fits the bill
and their need for belonging
fingers raised up
they sing and they sway
“The storm is-a-coming
and so’s judgement day”

Engaged in a story
which casts them as heroes
too dumbstruck to know
that they’re dancing to Nero
drinking the Kool-Aid
they’re dope-sick on Q
freebasing lies
and shouting fuck you

There’s fear in not knowing
how this will end
how far Q is going
to strongly defend
the lies of a con man
unwilling to bend

Geoffrey Reilly is a skilled, passionate, and collaborative information designer and writer with over 30 years of experience in the software industry.  He lives in Warren, RI with his wife Meg and their dog, Pepsi.

In his spare time, he writes essays, poetry, and (every now and then) short stories.

You can find his creative endeavors on his blog site, Bending the Needle – Truth Hurts and on his personal website.

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail

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    1. Thank you!

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