Basking in the flood
of, maybe too hot, showers;
washing aches away.
Month: February 2020
Our Own Petard
Somehow we retain
this illusion of control
as we’re reaping the whirlwind.
Laying off to fate… or hate,
all responsibility
when, in fact, we’ve sown this wind.
The Grey(t)est Generation
This boomer asks of the old grey(t) men:
How can you begin to contend
you’re the true conservatives when
you’ve been raiding our trust fund
just to buy more and bigger guns?
Despite The Chaos
Enter February
Groundhogs slumber, gather strength
for their moment in the sun.
Senators sit and debate
whether aught needs to be done.
Parents rise and bathe and dress;
they have errands they must run.
Children play and laugh and jest,
heedless of all the rest,
“Saturdays are the best!”,
focus solely on their fun.
Aroil in Pain 