“Donald, you can’t continue to sow discontent on the American people,” the president’s lawyer told him. “Ultimately you will reap what you sow, and it won’t be pretty.”
“I know what I’m doing, believe me,” the president said. “I’m a very smart person, a genius, a stable genius.”
“All due respect, Mr. President,” the lawyer argued, “even you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”
Written for the “In Other Words” prompt from Patricia’s Place, where the word is “sow.” We are asked to write a story or poem of five lines or less using the word “sow.” Image credit: Kate Salley Palmer.