This poem was inspired by the targeted firing of immigration judges who may be just, not far right enough…
Owed to Uncivil Service
The party boss
Burst onto the seam
Turning on
His ruin US fauxs
Helled as self-evident truths
Making a kiln
Long the weigh
With clay feat
Bursting
Out
You’re fired
Having left
Too others
To clean up
Whatever peace might
Holed on
