The rain turned to ice and the sun
grew dim, no flowers were blooming,
no hillsides were green. I shivered
beneath my vicuna stole
and briefly wondered
what it’s like to be cold…
really cold, with holes in my shoes
and the cardboard worn thin.
I sipped on my coffee, a hazelnut
blend, and nibbled my snack…Ugh,
sushi again. I looked out the window
at a house bigger than mine…
I declare, sometimes it seems
life just isn’t fair. Then, in the back
of my mind, flashed a quick vision
of a homeless person.
Holier-than-thou, this feeling
profound, I thought maybe one day
I’d visit that side of town.
I’d buy them some steaks
and a couple of rounds, a passing
thought as I closed the door tight
against the rain and the cold
and the darkness of night.
I am from Maryland and I find the Maryland Blue Crab absolutely delicious. Still, I wonder who looked at such a creature and decided to taste it, but that doesn’t even begin to compare with caging an animal and force feeding it coffee beans and then boiling its poop and drinking it. Now I’m beginning to understand our
political situation: People are just plain crazy!