the march on washington

i'm in a protest mood,

i tell my

friend Betty.

can you make us up some

signs.

after coffee and a bagel

and then

we can go

down to the white house

and march,

or something. the weather

is too nice

to stay in all day.

okay, she says.

she's so agreeable.

what are we protesting.

i don't know. can you think

of anything?

hmmm.

what haven't we protested

yet.

we've done the war thing,

crime and poverty.

we did racism

last week.

and immigration the week

before that.

how about inflation?

she says.

okay, okay. in fact

i just got a notice that my

condo fees are going up again.

inflation it is.

let's bring

some folding chairs, the grass

is going to be

wet after all this rain we've

been having.