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
6/18/19 
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