Full of Hot Air
And puttin’ it to good use.
The future is in our hands — or is it? You can slice it, you can dice it, in fact, it’s pretty dicey right now.
We’re dancing on the razor’s edge here, as the fabric of society unravels before our eyes… Intelligence appears to be useless. Just ask Dr.s’ Faucci and Birx. When fools rule, all bets are off.
When the time comes, me and my wanderlust are hitting the road or the friendly, finally clear skies.
Till then, I’m shelterin’ my body in place, while my soul traverses the entire planet looking for a safe place to land!
Poetry Salvage
Use these ten words in a poem!
- sliced
- razor
- dicing
- dancing
- fabric
- society
- useless’s
- intelligence
- wanderlust
- fools
This poem was sponsored by All Bets are Off travel agency and Xavier Van Holde’s latest IdeaStream:
Marilyn Flower writes political humor and satire to delight socially and spiritually conscious folks. She’s a regular columnist for the prison newsletter, Freedom Anywhere, where she writes about faith and prayer. Five of her short plays have been produced in San Francisco. Clowning and improvisation strengthen her resolve during these crazy times.





