Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Pass The Turkey You SOB

Politics
used to have
borders
Within which
the battles
were found

But now
those conflicts
spread far and wide
Running
friendships
and families aground 

The baby
thrown out
with the bathwater
Noses
cut off
to spite every face

Civility
gone
fraternity pawned
With zero sum
outcomes
— in place

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

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Kim Rodrigues November 25, 2025 at 1:33 PM There is more to life than politics…pass the turkey, put gravy on my potatoes, pinch the cheeks of little kin…family love. Kurt Philip Behm November 26, 2025 at 11:53 AM Amen Kim, Happy Thanksgiving.