PROMPT #3:

write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride.

Loud low-info everywhere.

Think I’m racist? I don’t care.

Tranny psychos causing drama?

Love them as hard as I love your momma.

Zionists out to kill the poor;

Call me a Nazi. I’ll endure.

Pentagon war-lords making good?

As long as it’s not MY neighborhood…

All our taxes straight to Ukraine?

Truth is lies, but I feel your pain.

Bombing schoolgirls in Iran?

Well that’s how righteous wars are won!