The dogs are on my heels,
Demanding treats,
Payment in advance
For spending
A day alone.
I wear sandals,
Wool longies,
Hoping mercury
Will find a way
To creep into the 40s.
I turn on Fox
Watch
Sophomoric charades,
Right wing anchors
Hawking their own books,
Wax-faced nerds & wonks
Trumpeting like
Angry geese
At all who dare
Take exception
To right-handed views,
A far cry from
Journalism
Taught at MSU
Some 40 years before,
When dictionaries
Defined an anchor
As a dead weight.