We were unprepared for the pandemic.
Now we're totally unprepared for the rioting.
Before leaving for my "essential" job last night.
My girl handed me a small blue chisel...
"To protect yourself," she said sternly.
Is it possible to chisel an angel out of an anarchist?
A Black Lives Matter rioter or the antichrist.
I just shook my head and smiled.
Appreciating the beautiful but futile gesture
Under a three-quarter moon,
I kissed her goodbye. Grabbed my plague mask
Headed for my "essential job"
leaving her blue riot chisel behind.
A True story..to be continued...
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