America in Verse
America in Verse

Dear Irma


Dear Irma

I’m wrapped in up in depressive sheets

an old 2005 repeat

I pack my bags, I board the door

I pick anything off the floor

I load the gun,

the citizens run,

the tolls are free

they call to me

to leave and hide

chew my pride

this is what i get

i wash down with regret

oh dear irma leave us be

oh dear irma don’t hurt me

from either side of the vicious sea

the people getting told to flee

oh dear irma i’m scared to death

after katrina there was nothing left

i can’t find any source of breath

oh dear irma, you’re full of theft

nature poetry
Sophia LaBelle-Plott
Sophia LaBelle-Plott
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