The Dr. Phil Show, Summarized by Kristine Brown

They’re clapping away, without a hint
Common sense is no miracle
Beverly Hillbillies, fading straw hats
Brimming with lilacs, Drew’s patch of glee
And do I smell some faux Chanel
Beneath the flaps of a shriveled chin
Where I’d like the chance to play peek-a-boo
Popping that pizza sauce acne
A neck’s in the way, a pile of brown lines
Profound, like stretch marks on a lass’s rear
Pining for a candle, votive… ablaze
Spicy when thrown straight ahead…
This stress ball lasts, I know it should
As sweaty geysers blow
Elephants quake, their snorts ugly fiends
A shower of hands protecting him
A broad Humpty-Dumpty, Barney-like smile
Charisma in a jug, tuned by a swine
He and this cult, the baldness endearing
While I sit suppressed in a plastic bag

kristine-brown
Kristine Brown is a freelance writer and editor who resides in Southwest Texas. She is a cat fanatic, and recently had her first collection of poems, Scraped Knees, published by Ugly Sapling (link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0998496901/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_x_101IybN9ACW0D).
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