Saturday, June 22, 2019


Brushed my teeth
Not something I’d usually mention,
But this isn’t our first poem
And my hygiene could be better

When Doris Day died I knew civility had been fatally wounded
If you’re not allowed to eat the daisies, the good gals will never win
I guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks because I’ll never get gender fluidity
Let’s stop mincing garlic and accept the Pres. for what he is: a vampire who will bring war through a Cleopatra fog of denial and fear mongering

Brushed out the cobwebs
Not something I’m proud of
But this isn’t our first bout of pneumonia
And I know we’re stronger than we look

Charles Cicirella

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