He wears a cone, the color of daybreak, around his head like a lampshade…
— Read on dailydrunkmag.com/2020/12/24/lampshade-of-shame/
Lampshade of Shame by Mark Tulin
He wears a cone,
the color of daybreak
around his head
like a lampshade
as if he were connected
to an electrical outlet
with an on and off switch
It is the cone of shame,
shouting from a megaphone,
screaming of injustice
for a crime, he’s never committed,
yet guilty as sin
He wears the damn thing
reluctantly, way too
regularly,
out of obligation
to his loving master,
with his doggie pride tumbling
as low as a cross-eyed Tabby
Once a happy pooch,
now a lampshade
colors his mood,
defines his bark,
his four-legged gait—
a social reject,
labeled, libeled,
and terribly mistaken.


Great read, Mark. Very though-provoking, despite the chuckle.
We seem to have appeared in the same issue.
All the best in New Year. Hopefully it’ll be more hopeful.
I will check it out, Bojana. Have a great year. ☮️
Thanks. You too.
I’m sensing a metaphor here . . .
Your guess is as good as mine, Liz
😀
Happy New Year!
May you have a great year!!