It wasn’t character,
bravery or service
that earned the stars
upon his shirt.
It was fingers dipped in lives
mixed with the paste of lies
that created the mud
he floated upon to promotion.
Dubbed the Nylon Admiral
for his skill at discovering
digital stowaways in lace and affairs,
he commanded his fleet smugly
across his perilous sea of blackmail.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
a great take on the prompt........a world not unknown.....a wonderful sketch of reality....
A surprising write, but super.
K
Anna :o]
I love how you blended the essence of old world with new!
Clever and fun~