I pass shadows on the freeway,
they scamper from the center lane
and head off in each direction
as I drive by.
The steady drone of
Rush Limbaugh
mires my eardrums.
I would scamper if I could,
because his satanic words
look to draw me down
some path of bigotry,
a path I'd rather not venture.
And while salvation is a knob away,
the shadows seem to haunt me
in ways that are inescapable.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 235
Rush Hours
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.