POEM: A Sorted Tale

One of my pet peeves is illustrated by the phrase, “throwing the baby out with the bathwater.” We seem to be in a reign of babies as severe critiques of a problem are adopted and the labor of birthing a reasonable alternative is casually subjected to infanticide. Tragically, America’s absurd first agenda is grotesquely grave.

A Sorted Tale

Speechless
I couldn’t say
I was surprised
At the rain of bathwater
Yet nothing compared
To the rain of babies
A final solution of sorts

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