Roadkill

This latest effort submitted to the WANKER poetry group might be a bit squirrelly.  But due to the current state of our country, we at the WANKER have decided to make it a point not to be exclusively East Coast liberal.  We don’t want to lose Federal funds—should any funds be forthcoming.  So far all our grant proposals, written by our very own Born-In-the-USA Wilma Crackers, have come to nought.  She’s tried Claude.  Now she’s delving into ChatGPT.  Wilma, perhaps it’s time to let your own brilliance shine through.  You didn’t get your degree in agronomy, focusing on vegetable-inspired folk songs, for nothing.

Meanwhile, a tribute to those we’d probably rather not know, except through his/her brilliance.  (Not a political statement!  We have no idea what S. M. stands for.  Well, at least not in this case.)

(As the WANKER said, we’ll do anything to get a grant.)