A Poem

As the President Spoke

Someone hung dolls from the chandelier and
a nun fingered an abacus in her mind.

Prisoners giggled in their cells, watching
a pederast pass cigarettes between the bars.

Grandpa wiped his glasses with a dishrag while
a sophomore solved equations with a cheese-slicer.

An amputee said he “didn’t see it coming,” and
a mother of three said, “Who uses a car as a weapon?”

An estimated two million illegals flushed toilets while
an emergency-room janitor mopped up blood.

It began to pour, and
citizens ran for shelter.

Michael Z. Gates

As the President Spoke is copyright © Michael Z. Gates. It was published on his own Twists & Turns blog and is reproduced here with my thanks and the author’s permission.

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