I might regret doing this, but here it is: "enough." I wrote this poem during the first lock down in Melbourne, Australia in (the soon to be historical) 2020. I sent the poem out to a variety of publications, only for it to not get published. I nearly sent it to The Melbourne Writer's Group, but I had a conversation with my brain, who said, "hey... everyone else hated it, so they will hate it too". So... anyway... I am putting it here. If I don't put it here now, I will have to wait until 2070 before this poem becomes mildly interesting again, and only as an artifact of this moment in time. Also... this is for the last of the revolutionaries... and the first sandwich thief... and the gummy-bear man. Yeah, you know who you are. If you're one of these people and you hate this, then... go... eat some cheese. Enough After seven hours on your feet, you still make time to pack someone else’s tomorrow’s lunch. You feed your children or your parents, because: li...
