(you were heinous) You look lovely!
So sorry you couldn’t find a place
in this metropolis of stanzas
towering tall that we’ve built!
(more like built itself from the casualties) What?
Oh, it’s nothing that concerns you. Look we dedicated
a bench to you in this park! Well you see
no one’s here because it’s raining.
(lovely rain) Ugh, it’s heinous isn’t it?
Thank you for voicing your concerns
about the growing litter problem
and your rusted placard.
(now we actually have to consider them don’t we) No don’t worry.
We’ll have it cleaned up in no time.
No no, there’s no need to protest.
It’ll be lovely. We promise. Lovely.
(just lovely)
Inklings Literary Magazine 