A silver tongue tarnished.
Promises scuffed where a clumsy hand
Has wiped over half-truths.
At times, perhaps, a case of over exposure.
Usurped by a public that preferred transparency,
And a less polished performance.
Less elaborate. Less acid.
Less of a daguerreotype.
Linking this to d’Verse Poets where De Jackson is hosting tonight’s Quadrille Monday and asking us to pen a poem of exactly 44 words to include the word ‘type’ or version thereof. (https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/08/quadrille-157-whats-your-type/)