Gray area
Oh, and now you’ve had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
-Beck
I live in Ontario
where every winter
a certain jet snowbird
set flies down and spends
$6.5 billion on piña coladas
and high-rise condominiums
in Florida
they do not bring
their so-called Canadian
values because there
is a surcharge for carry on
baggage.
This is how it goes:
when you can afford
to seek a break from lake
effect dysphoria don’t say
gay because now
the sun is out and you
wouldn’t have it any other
way.
I hear coastal heat obliterates
thought all that Vitamin Dee
(or is it Deh)
makes you sleepy and you forget
about the color of the help
because each complexion is hazy
while ocean breezes gloze the high
humidity.
I read that Cougars in the Everglades
mingle with Orinoco Pythons for every
Palm Polly there are twelve backhoes
and four score cane workers living
in tin roofed shelters what Canadians
could call a Florida sugar shack
but jet set snowbirds can retire to Versace
Mansion and enjoy the floor show at the next
GOP Convention.
You see, the state doesn’t
charge six dollars a dozen
for eggs and if you can
afford the trip the minimum
tipping rate isn’t 18%
like back in Trudeauland
whose Liberals prefer seniors
dine on cat food to help single
mothers make rent and place
downpayments on Cadillacs
with all that ten-dollar-a-day
national childcare.
These birds have an all-seeing eye
soaring at such heights like some Oracle
whose predictions command a fulsome fee
it’s why they agree there is only Mickey
and Minnie they like a quack named Donald
with nothing in between.
And so it is with no little irony
that they return to the land
where all that’s gray goes
to die.
Jeremy Nathan Marks lives in the Great Lakes Region of Canada. His latest book is Caucus Country (Alien Buddha Press, 2024). He might hold his breath until the second Tuesday in November, breaking the world record. Jeremy recommends the Center for Biological Diversity.