Our Potus who hides us
from sea to lake crisis
hollow is your name.
Thy Kingdom rots
from east evidence storms
to trans west fires.
Feed us our daily diversions.
Forgive us our not tots
as we forgive those
who abandon us.
And lead us not into fees and tolls,
but deliver us our lowly titles
and our vulnerable genders,
our human based prayers.
Published by Joe Linker
"The Coming of the Toads" by Joe Linker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License, and Copyright 2007-2021 Joe Linker - author of "Penina's Letters," "Coconut Oil," "Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats and Other Tall Tales," "Saltwort," "Alma Lolloon," and "end tatters."
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