Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub,
rub a one away,
eraser at the ready,
‘delete’ at fingertip,
easy as dismissal
before the big regret,
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub.
Toss a coin, toss a coin,
trickle-down effect,
one day a miracle,
one day far away,
water in the peace pipe,
bugles on the rise,
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub.
Tick a box, tick a box,
dodge the dotted line,
adult game of hopscotch,
no rainbow above,
step it in, step it out,
no way to go again,
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub.
Loves me, loves me not,
petals on the wind,
scholar at the lectern,
saint who falls to knees,
napalm in the morning,
wafer on the tongue,
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub.
Don’t ask what the mask and hand washing has done for one ask what one is doing with ones mask and hand washing in the TIMES of Rona
A poem by the astute funny and highly profound Kevin Pearson of Black Pepper Publishing
/http://blackpepperpublishing.com/
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