Rhino

Ionesco’s short story
Reminds me of people I
Know who are rhinos but
Still have their human faces
That I love and trust disconcerting
Me as their rhino horn may just
Pierce my heart’s memory of
Who they were before they
Stopped operating in a
Real world and began
To see everything in
Terms of what they
Wish were reality
A mental foible
Common in
Our USA
Today
Kind
Of like
Playing bridge
With someone who
Yells Trump at each hand
But cannot see what a
Despicable con man
Trump is despite
His record of
Lies and
Poor
Character
Though I would
Think his rhino horn
Would give him away
As the worst POTUS in
Our history and a
Object to be
Politically
Extirpated
At our next election
But rhinos run with the
Herd which in Texas
Cannot see those
Shot dead or
Wounded
Blinded
By the
Second
Amendment
And Trump’s evil
Corruption of
Greed and
The
Arrogance
Of the power
To deceive the
Good-hearted rhinos
I still cherish as my friends
Who appear as rhinos
But I see more as
Lemmings.