I love satiric humor. It might be the reason why I enjoy
shows like Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! and
Last Week Tonight with John Oliver. I
also consume the news unfiltered—living in a world without knowing what’s
ripping it apart (and holding it together) is never a good idea. Still, I doubt I
would be able to survive (or process the horror, without screaming my brains
out) if I couldn’t count on irony to lighten my heart up a bit.
So, for today’s
prompt, I invite you to write a new poem using one (2 or all 3 ) of
the following satire-rich cartoons from The New Yorker. Please, let us know
which cartoon(s) you chose to craft a poem about.
If you are feeling extra-inspired, make your contribution a
narrative poem, which tells the story taking place in the illustration and/or
the caption.
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“Yes,
the planet got destroyed, but for a beautiful moment in time
we created a lot
of value for shareholders.”
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“A
few of us are going out after work to pretend it’s not the end of the world,
if
you want to join us.”
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“Remember
when we drank coffee with the paper?”
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Add the direct link to your poem to Mr. Linky. See what other Toads poetized out of the cartoons. Be well.