Sandy- Oh Sandy.


Hurricane Sandy is suppossed to be rampaging across NYC. Instead, all that has happenned is that Trader Joes is now out of bread.


The arena has been cleansed and made up

In the highest and most secure fashion;

Complete with iron latches

And blaring sirens screeching

Direction upon direction

That the public ignores

In favor of overwhelming panic.

Yet no one has seemed to notice

That the guest of honor to our little soiree,

Sandy, we hear her called so fondly by

all the telecasters,

Radio hosts,

Newspaper journalists,

And neighbors,

Has failed to arrive yet

And we are just sitting here

Waiting

For what is sure to be her imminent arrival

From Hell.