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