A longing and desire
for something unique
for something tasty
for something valuable.

A tendency toward and
an affinity for activity
and action and power
a compulsion of sorts.

His need for power and
esteem is an appetency
which has driven his
entire existence.

Conveyed in crowd size,
ratings, the stars on the
shoulders of those who
served at his table.

The documents and trappings
of greatness, and importance
hoarded and protected
like fireflies in a bottle.

The women treated as
trophies of conquest,
no different than the
magazine covers, of his likeness.

Like Narcissus lost in the
his own reflection, he
has no soul, only the
reflection of a crafted image.

His appetency will be
the end of him just the same
and with this the honor
of all who held the mirror.

 

Appetency was the word of the day today… I thought it was very interesting…. the definition is included in the beginning of the poem. 

“Tonight, I say this to my Republican colleagues. You are defending the indefensible. There will come a day when Donald Trump is gone, but your dishonor will remain,”  … Liz Cheney.