Dangerous Cargo

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #585

Words:  matter, fly, close, right, resist, drive, oil,
        boat, shoot, speak, preserve, fire

Well shoot.  I didn't
know the boat was
carryin' oil.  Matter
fact, I was might  
boiled up about it,
'specially after
the fire.  Couldn't
find no damn life
preservers either.
Hell's Bells, I surely
spoke up about that.
Those scammers had no
right.  Lyin' 'bout
their cargo.  Just can't
resist money.  Let others
fly close to danger,
as long as strangers
do their dirty work.
Ask me, too much greed
in the world.  Shoot!


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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