A Poem for POTUS Four/Five— the Hurricane Lout

Drone Dirges

Tale telling, towel tossing,


While wildly wailing

warns of weather woes.

Hear that howling?

History’s hugest hurricane:

wet water, whirling, windy wind whisked

A pleasant portrait of

Dorian dousing—

distinctly the downtrodden,

plenty ping-ponging past Puerto Rico.

Foolish foreigners fearfully forsake fleeing

Beggin’ back brown babies bein’ bandied about

Far-flung forces face Florida’s shelters,

shored substantially,

shielding the wealthy, who

will write off weighty wearing.

Profits pending

poor people’s pain


ICE intimation:

Do Not Assist

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