Kicked Out

Photo Credit: Dee Dubs

When the coup came, I was wearing only what you see here.

The royal earrings, a nice button-down shirt, my go-to jacket,

and a freshly laundered pair of jeans.

They ousted me mid-morning, jeering, saying “We Don’t Need Your Kind”

which hurt my feelings and made me even more

determined to Not Let Them See Me Cry!

So there - my former friends of the military junta - don’t expect

your usual holiday card - and no, I am not sending you my

famous fruitcake this year.