Vengeance

Micro climate
Hot assignment
Moving forward,
To untoward.

Tie your shoelace.
Walk in tangled grace.
Scrape the varnish off your face.
Dance around your resting place.

Nighty nights are often blue.
Highest heights found to pursue.
Pull up your tights, they’re watching you.
Bill of Rights, left for the few.

Disenchanted danger drones;
Prickled pansies on the phone.
Tomorrow’s tantrums to atone.
How it happens going home.

Sweating biscuits for the lunch
Without gravy, I have a hunch.
How we ever found this bunch
Gathered round the bragging punch.

I’ll still savor what I did,
Acting like a little kid.
In the juice is where I hid
All the ExLax I could rid.

Tonight, there’ll be
A mighty flush.
Down the hallways
Such a rush


2/24/21