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