Texas, Ted

Texas, Ted

A Poem by Chops

Two burst pipes that should bring water.
No electricity for days.
Hotel nights, then boiling water,
Though the sun began to blaze.

All things lucky First World peoples,
Think horrific. (Repeat soon.)
Which is why, I'm told, the Gods,
Were on vacation in ... Cancun!

© 2022 Chops


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