Duck and Cover

Ever since the flood

I suspect my emotions

Have been hijacked by the sun,

Or possibly suffered grievous wounds

In a drive-by involving the worth of my house.

An ambulance was on the way

But congress sequestered its tires.

I can hear it howling ineffectually

Stuck in gridlock.

Maybe somebody from the N.R.A.

Will shoot it with too many bullets

And put it out of its misery.

The siren will wind down

Like those ten-thirty air raid sirens used to do

During the duck-and-cover days.

I miss the commies as the designated bad guys.

North Korea is too much of a basket case

To live up to the title,

And it makes the warmongers look pathetic

Trying to whip it into shape.

What happened to all the bleeding hearts

Crying about the tired, poor, and down trodden?

I can barely hear them anymore.  

Maybe we’ve got enough now

And, like Scrooge with the Ghost of Christmas Present

And the feeble urchins,

We don’t like to acknowledge them.