You’d Better Believe These Rhymes Are Slant
Inspired by the co-owners and staff of the Red Hen Restaurant
This sonnet politely requests the entire Trump
administration to leave the establishment.
It’s the seizing of children from migrant parents,
the cages and proposed internment camps,
that curdle the cream and knock the meter wobbly.
I lack space or taste, in this extremely small business,
for teen detention, warehoused toddlers, injustice,
deception, or the poisoning of democracy.
So very politely, so as not to shame
you, except for your white supremacy
and homophobia. How civil, your reply
from a government-owned Twitter account,
although unethically-sourced and slightly sour.
I’ll oust you from more than a poem, sometime.
(because compost happens)
The work wants to be made
Writing from both sides of the brain
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