Drink the Kool-Aid

So much for Florida
and the shape of saturated watercolours…
Pensacola is running
dyes down the peninsula;
a vision that seems promising
until you remember that
it’s not just sunshine
but the elderly.

Now who’s running
to die on the peninsula?

Florida will never paint the edges
’cause they curl up in sinister smiles
of the ministers’ conceited child;
decadent by the wash upon the sand–
                           “All land is holy land!”
          PREACH.
Framed or pinned to a wall,
it doesn’t matter to Florida,
as long as there is a ceiling
to hang and sentence someone to death
because someone needs to rest…

God forbid if the old give in!

Oregon is wise to euthanize
but they aren’t a peninsula
or drink Pepsi cola.
I think they drink Kool-Aid…

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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