Lawrence Scahill

Foul Shots

© L. Scahill, October 16, 2017



He’s popping free throws, flimsy rolls white paper towel;

There’s no power, midnight hour hear a siren howl.



We got mud slides, bumpy rides washed out highways.

Dead phone lines, no good signs for better days.



Send me water FEMA

Just a little water now

Send me water FEMA

Find a way somehow



No cooling air, got to bear the heat night and day;

Look state side, not satisfied that help is on the way.



Sea level rise, no surprise water fills with salt;

A wayward wind, no one sinned, we are not at fault.



Send me water FEMA

Just a little water now

Send me water FEMA

Find a way somehow