T.G.I.F. by Carol Ronaldson | Poetry Potion
The city sighs. She spits out the bitter taste of the week, road rage people rage soul rage regurgitates the bad breath of, Kamikaze taxis snooty SUV’s Blik Met Wiele, and Putco buses someone thought cheerful to paint orange, but are smoggy sunsets on speed instead. The city waves the fat cats the pied-piper rats … Continue reading "T.G.I.F. by Carol Ronaldson"