Used with permission of Extinction Rebellion.
Thanks to 426 guests the previous three days. Right here is one other poem I wrote this morning strolling my canine.
Regulation of Unintended Penalties
You collected canine poop in small bag,
tossed it over fence close to rubbish.
Your spouse’s howl meant she thought
it was a package deal from Amazon
like shopping for her a brand new Camry and
flying to Hawaii for her birthday
or mountaineering in Columbia Gorge
wildflowers as an alternative of nonviolently
bringing down oil firms that
at this fee will kill her sometime
and the whole lot you like.