There is something special about Spring. It brings back life to my digits, toes and fingers. However difficult the Winter, I know in my wallet that renewal is just around the corner.
The air has been cleared of Winter
And Spring has just arrived
It means more ink for my printer
Which incidentally is expensive
And though the snow I have survived
My balance is still apprehensive.
There is something inexplicable when it comes to lubricating political palms and pockets. The case of the TransMountain pipeline leads me to believe there is grease in the garden. A few words express my utter dismay.
In Justin, we’ve lost our trust in
As he’s in love with Kinder Morgan
But frankly, this affair is disgustin’.
The oceans, the air, mountains entire
We destroy in order
To satisfy our ever increasing desire.
When Saturday comes I rejoice
The day when workers
Can reclaim their natural voice.
These are the days of cold and confusion
Of climate change
And profuse political illusion.
There’s lots of hype over innovation
But economists can’t bear
To place value on hybernation.
There is currently a court challenge contesting the moving of Quebec provincial riding boundaries. The word gerrymander comes to mind. As does the phrase Battle Royal.
To follow up on last week’s poem Fresh Grapes, I am reminded that convicted murderer Valery Fabrikant was declared a vexatious litigant by the Canadian courts(i.e. A judge who has ample access to fresh grapes.) Happy Poetry Month.
PINCH BACK
It is admirable to be vexatious
When government grows ungracious
When they scoop our rights
The powder ignites
Forcing us to pinch back pugnacious.
Lokshtanov 