Oh, ok. So you could write: Oh, ok. So you could write something in praise of, say, Joe Stalin, and then writing something sweeping him away into a dustpan?
I thank you ramonathompsont: I hope I have correctly understood your comment (neurospicy brain tends to overthink these things). So thank you for seeing me, reading and commenting. I appreciate that I am not the best at responding, partly due to the earlier comment and others implied in my work. I genuinely thank you and appreciate your comment.
Lol I applaud your: Lol I applaud your willingness to let loose and be a bit sillier here... A scrumptious little dopamine hit. I'm just glad the glutton was caught in a pleasant enough mood to share the yummy food!
While set in ancient Rome,:
While set in ancient Rome, this poem spouts a social commentary that extends to modern times. The way people today consume suffering—whether through media sensationalism, war coverage, or social injustice—parallels Nero’s feasts. The poem can be taken as a challenge the reader to consider how contemporary societies still entertain themselves with the suffering of others. By making the horrific appear routine, the poem confronts the dangers of unchecked power and societal complacency. It also asks an unsettling question: how often do people turn a blind eye to cruelty for the sake of their own comfort?
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I thought you believed that the Innkeeper was the greatest politician and leader in American History---like in your poem calling him our "golden leader"; as well as your poem, "Women, Trust . . . " Is he not Making American Great Again?