Charles W. Brice: Stupidity

    for J.S
 
Once it strikes
little can be done.
It’s like a lightning bolt
that leaves everything 
in its path scorched,
bleak, and stunned.
 
The guy in his MAGA cap
yells at my friend
that she’s a scaremonger
for wearing a mask 
while filling her car
with gas.
 
No matter that she had
a triple by-pass
only months in the past;
this ass knows best.
(Why do I need rhyme
to describe this crime?)

Charles W. Brice’s collections of poetry include An Accident of Blood (WordTech, 2019).

Copyright 2020 Charles W. Brice