Red Tide in the Punchbowl
America Slipping Away
A tea party, an extravagant affair
Suits galore, dresses with flair
Coalescing their intent
To coax the one percent
A punchbowl of red tide
The delicacy of the ignorant
For those who shun gay pride
The symptom of the illiterate
Pistols served on saucers
Paired with Chick-fil-A
Children in the crosshairs
‘What a tragedy’ they say
They scream at the clouds
When the rising sea floods
Climate change is not allowed
GoFundMe for hugs
A woman lay in the Red Tent
In pain and suffering
Priests demand she repent
Unwanted crumpets ingathering
She was consumed by the rip current
Robbed of choice
Ousted as a dissident
Fleeced of a voice
A punchbowl of the red tide
The delicacy of the oblivious
Deaf, dumb, and hollow-eyed
A party of the ignominious
About the author
Justin George
After spending six years as a hospital pharmacist, I walked away to focus on a better work/life balance in November 2021. I cofounded Elli Twy Publishing with my wife. Check out our work at www.ellitwy.com
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