A Tangle But No Tumult

Basking in the balm

of this fire sale we lit,

ashamed at my schadenfreude,

yet still gleeful, all the same.

Ridiculously Rote Rhetoric

Unnamed Politicians!

Can you perceive the irony,

As you march in this parade,

On this public highway,

Closed today by state police,

Between county fire trucks,

And city rescue squads,

Past these public schools,

All the while waving

Your banners proudly claiming,

“I Fight Socialism”?

Universal Translator

A child’s laughter

Transcends every barrier

Bringing joy to all who hear