i read somewhere
yes it was a reputable source
that a gaggle of scientists
whored out to the government
from thirdrate universities
have declared the prairie dog a condiment
something to be served as a piquancy
on a bun with godknowswhatelse
the prairie dog!
the prairie dog!
a tunneldwelling rodent
whose fleas make them
vectors of the plague
yes
that plague
imagine
chopping and mincing and cooking prairie dogs
to a tasty paste
and the hapless serf
at your favorite fast food palace
asking
would you like yersinia pestis sauce with that?
not to mince words
but
are you fucking kidding me?
wasn’t it bad enough when president dementia elevated ketchup
to vegetable status?
but
not to be outdone by a dead talking head
the current cockwomble is taking it
to
the next level
so
herbed maggot soup?
horse piss frosties?
peanut butter and jellyfish sandwiches?
rhus radicans
with
of course
yersinia pestis dressing?
reality’s caked with funhouse mirrors
and i’m beginning to hurt in places
i didn’t know i had
i think it’s time to
stick twigs in my hair
paint myself with woad
and dance naked in the moonlight
in the middle of the road
but hey
gotta run
it’s thursday night
and you know what that means
bowling with the cia
RC deWinter’s poetry is anthologized, notably in New York City Haiku (NY Times/2017), Coffin Bell Two (Coffin Bell/2020) in print: 2River, Adelaide, Event, Genre Urban Arts, Meat for Tea: The Valley Review, the minnesota review. Night Picnic Journal, Prairie Schooner, Southword among many others and appears in numerous online publications.
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