All made up.

All made up and fixed up.

All the words that blow out of my mouth.

All bubbles, airborne and popping, leaving nothing.

No untruths, no fairy tales, no collaborative cock-up with Putin.

All filled up, popped up and emptied, I leave you with my nothingness.

An empty space –                                                 the nothingness of me exonerated.




Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019

Written in response to Donald Trump’s claim that the Mueller report gives him ‘complete and total exoneration’.


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Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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