Naughty Not Nice

I sit on plastic chairs, I abhor plastic dreams.
When the ugly sabotage the beauty queens,
The pandemic rises to its feet.

We’re guilty of our pleasures.
We’re not sure when to end.
We’re not forgiving our enemies.

Exaggerated ideas,
Undesirable tantrums.
All cliché are burning in the books.

2021

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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