RootGate

RootGate
To the Editor: Root Gate
It had been quite a while, so Stretch jumped the turnstile, 
To go and get a touch-up on her roots. 
She knew the media wouldn’t care, if she got a ‘do on her hair,
Cause her homies are all in cahoots. 
 
She didn’t bother with the task, of the mandated mask, 
That was another rule she chose to ignore. 
Being elite she could reject, all the regulations in effect,
Just like the “Closed” sign on the salon door. 
 
Why, her kind makes the rules, for the deplorable fools,
They should appreciate her need to look swell. 
After her hypocrisy was named, she was set up she claimed, 
Hoping the peons would fall back under her spell.
 
If the rabble quieted down then perhaps, she’d throw them some scraps,
If they persisted there’d be hell to pay. 
It would be their choice, they could march to her voice,
Or shut down forever they’d stay.
‘Cause rules are for thee, not people like she, 
because Stretch is quite special you see.
 
— Jim Darlington 9/11/20