The Daily Dread
Yesterday
divided colors
suffused within light is a
rainbow recipe
I've always been one
to bang the drum slowly when
with other people
inflated prices
courtesy of insurance
makes us grin yellow
From great crimes
Comes great wealth
Following my nose
With a whiff and a sniff while
Poking as it goes

It all stinks to high heaven. And heaven wants no part of it.
Yet for now we’re stuck with it.