Day 19 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A couplet for the season.
Wake and bake
Don't put it in the oven — Alarm, don't make a sound — Just roll it in an ashtray And pass the blunt around
Featured poem
A kyrielle by Susan Jarvis Bryant.
The Blame Game
by Susan Jarvis Bryant
They rile. They gall. They know it all. These irksome jerks in folly’s thrall Are perilously cretinous. It’s always Them. It’s never Us. They grouse and groan. They mope and moan. With spines of sponge and souls of stone These gutless gripers cuss and fuss. It’s always Them. It’s never Us. They’re dull of head. Their wits have fled. Their loony lips are spewing dread— The chunder of a blunderbuss. It’s always Them. It’s never Us. These cliquey freaks who scheme and sneak And squeak and shriek in doublespeak Will claim our blame is scurrilous— It’s never Them. It’s always Us.