Crying Shame

Morton Jr. raised his rattle-holding fist & shook as he shouted, “¡We need to get these nipple queens off the tits & tell ’em to buy their own formula!”

His crib mate began to whimper.

“I… I mean… I.”

Morton leaned into him & cried, “O, ¡quit your whining, hippie!”

His crib mate threw his head back & wailed, dripping tear after tear onto the bed.

“Hey, ¡cut that out! I don’t want to have to pay for the damages you caused.”

But the tears continued, flooding the crib, & then the whole house.

& that’s how climate change was born.


Alto, crib, opinion