Random Spoonful's of Whimsy

The government owes me an apology and a poets minimum wage. I should like to spend other people’s money. I checked myself for ‘white privilege’ and found none. I think it’s going to be a fine day when it gets started, February has taken a temporary rest from being cold-hearted and bitter. There are stretch-marks around the face of my wall clock, pregnant pauses deliver the time in nervous tics. Too much coffee stirs my milky mind. Spoon me out sweetly for I am identifying as black today. Take that you cup of ‘woke’ Joe.