Farewell, April
The last day of “the cruelest month,”
and still the war drags on.
Our super hero smells like Musk,
new Twitter Lord, Elon.
Meanwhile, in Colorado,
there’s a man who’s caught bird flu.
And at a California beach,
coyotes swim with you.
Boris Becker’s gone to jail
for bankruptcy deceit.
Suicide by U.S. sailors
has gone on repeat.
M.T. Greene’s “no recollection”
rings a warning bell.
If the right is not contained,
this country goes to hell.
Maybe May might change the tide,
but odds are pretty thin.
Fate has dubbed November
as our final chance to win.
Perhaps the summer weather
could perform some turnabout,
or else create more fires
that no water can put out.