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

One comment on “Charles W. Brice: Stupidity”

1. Barbara Huntington

   October 17, 2020

   

   This is sad and fun at the same time. Just the way I need my comments on life.

   LikeLiked by 1 person

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