🐌 Florida 🐌 Poem by James McLain

Florida's a place where the sun rots people's brains, makes them lazy, greedy, and vicious.

The heat wears them down, so they lash out at whatever's close: the swamps, the wildlife, their own kind.

Power here feeds on ignorance, fattens itself on fear and division. It's a circus of corruption—too many fat cats in air-conditioned rooms, too many people who don't give a damn.

They're stuck in the muck of their own making, choking on fumes of money and control, while the real Florida—the land, the people—drowns slowly under a sky that never cools off.