I thought up a poem. It’s just that time of year I guess.
Rioting in primrose costume
bashing on the shields of equinox.
Looting fields of nesting fleece
from barbed wire frontier cops,
stamping territory on private keep out land.
Cuckoos scam my password secrets every time.
Mug – I click your link.
So hold it there.
Summer tempts you in with dreams
of permanence and power.
Hold it there
rock and youth in hand.