A poem for the noisy.

I fear, if allowed, I might join the barking crowd
free from the tedious trappings
of reason and rhyme,
I’m dedicating my remaining time
to loudly bark at life’s ludicrous passing parade,

I know in my aching bones the pain of loss
both long ago and recent, the indecent waste of good folk
at the expense of the bloated and vile,
who splutter and stutter all through the day
spewing filth in their wake,

It is an entitled privilege to scorn politics
to roll one’s eyes to empty skies
puzzled by the rising groans and chorus of “whys?”
so, if I bark, I’ll bark for justice,

I will yelp at the fascists and the smug
I will bark at AI slop
the vacuity that never seems to stop,
I’ll cock my leg on a SUV,
I will bark, bark loudly for my humanity.

CP 26