Yellow J
That’s all right,
naughty little journalist
you ran late to work⎯ missed
the deadline⎯ lost
your ballpoint, laptop, and pride.
that’s all right,
you just smile that wire-tied grin,
need snippers to snap your strain.
that’s all right,
there was a great accident
beside the strawberry patch⎯
no deaths but lots of blood.
that’s all right,
you got your story in⎯ fantastic
front page coverage, career jump headline!
So now you smirk⎯ fantasizing
about a Pulitzer and Hearst incorporation
not today but soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem