The Lie

He was waiting outside the gate
in a trench coat and hat,
hands in his pockets.
He came to discuss
the terms of extortion: He tells you
that he will be moving into your master bedroom;
he needs the room.
He will be attending your pool party,
you are to introduce him to your friends as a your brother,
make up any name, he says.
He’s just come from his villa in…
you are to make that up too.

At first, you are able to ignore him.
You make casual small talk with your friends.
When he grabs your drink from your hand,
his robe opens, revealing a huge, hairy belly
with snake tattoos that seem to move
and a tiny speedo.
Some of your guests turn away.
Others laugh nervously
and try to engage him.
He vulgarly insults men and women, alike.
When the tension rises to the breaking point
he pushes you into the pool, and laughs like a jackal.
All your guests start leaving.

I think that went well, he says as you dry off.
Sit down and let’s plan our next soiree!


About dwk758

When I was in the 6th grade, I was fascinated by a brief section in my World History book about ancient Greece and the philosophers, mythology, and original Olympics. I wrote my first poem about it that started: "Ancient Greeks and old time Romans...". Ever since it has been an elaboration on that theme...and I have wandered far afield.
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