Political Heat

Fellow Patriots, 

Though you simmer with rage,

I urge you, 

do not boil over,

do not burn bridges,

refrain from using scorching rhetoric.

No. 

Keep your cool

chill-out,

“chillax”, 

as they say.

Keep it to icy stares,

the proverbial cold shoulder.

Heaven forbid,

we up the temperature

of an already, 

dangerously warm planet.

This tongue-in-cheek piece originated from our monthly poet gathering prompt, "HEAT." I love finding humor in things that are completely void of humor. In this instance, global warming and our current political divides. If you can't laugh, you have lost all hope. I am still laughing.