by William Skink
I put on
a yellow vest–
watch me
as I
grow
sniveling, sycophant
presidents
in their bones
will know
but that’s across
a big, big
pond
here–
we’re more
compliant
I do not have
a yellow vest
we are
much less
defiant
I put on
my thinking cap
watch me
as I
fret
shoulder-shrugging
council persons
clearly do not
get
there is a plan
but their hot air
cannot stop
the cold
beware their
yellow blankets
all the land’s
been sold