on the 110
this morning. oil protesters,
war protesters
and
improper usage of pronoun
protesters
have all converged
on the bridge,
unbeknownst to each other.
they are fighting
over the limited
space to lie down on
and glue themselves
to the pavement
in order to block traffic.
it's a cat fight.
i can hear the screeching
from one mile away
as i step outside my car
and peer into
my binoculars.
where are the fire hoses
when you need them?
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