Thirsty Bird’s Lament
I was parched,
but from my perch
I saw a peach.
My body arched,
I made a lurch,
’twas out of reach.
And then my wise
old owl friend
let out a hoot,
reminding me
that I like water
more then fruit.
Whether Forecast
Russia’s orchestrating a new US civil war.
And we are recreating Archie Bunker.
On one side are gathering the immigrants and poor.
On the hill the rich protectors hunker.
There’s screaming and crying all over the channels.
The old and the cold are all pissing their flannels.
There’s armies that stand in the way.
And lord help the pregnant or gay.
Gun club rednecks’ new adventure:
hunting season on transgender.
The cities are teeming with patriotic spies.
Left is right and down is up. The sky is filled with lies.