Poem for Today

Krasnov The King

Krasnov the king sits on
his golden throne.
Trying to take a dump.
He wants to shit
golden coins.
But the treasuries have gone to musk.

So he calls up his ministers of treasury, finance and filth
and proposes a trip to the bank cause he's sure that the vaults will be opened for him as soon as the people default.

But his stock brokers, and cryptos and viral gnats report out the truth, that the gold has all been looted and leased away and is absent from the coffers and mines...

So he pawns the constitution, the allies, and friends but instead, the emeralds are shinning on someone else's head,
and the old ones are dead.
So sad.

@jo2paw.bsky.social Great to see you here!

@rachelmckinney.bsky.social

Thinking of you. I'm on here. I know yesterday was a shit show. I love you. Here's a friend that visited us in our 12 inches of snow!

meanwhile, in Indiana we're trying to figure out how to box it up and send some to California.......

Even though they
were planted
in the wrong place,
at the wrong time.

Even though they
had to stretch for the sun
and gasp for water.

Even though the frost has come.

Here they still are
and the buds still
tangle up to the sky.

Hope this is a safe haven?