On -2 degree streets
I biked home tonight
me in my bundles
the street was shared with every degree of readiness
I, ready for cold
the girl in a t shirt
ready for something else
I found warmth
in thoughts of natural selection
let the stupid be stupid
let the stupid die
long live the smart
I felt a chill
me with coffee
going home to write
her with vodka
to do what she will do
I make the words of today
she, the generation of tomorrow
what does nature say to that
does stupid win?
Only if you let it… infiltrate the system, spread your seed, D wins for today and tomorrow.
though I would argue my own logic.