NaNoWriMo Poem for April 7th
hey stupid
limpid
pallid
tepid
foetid
turgid
fervid
all neatly packaged concept words
stupid
not so much
misleading
originally referencing stupefaction
now indicative of a lack of smarts
humid
has moisture written all over it,
doesn’t it?
you feel like you need a shower just hearing about it,
don’t you?
the relative stupidity is twenty-two percent
and rising
the loved-one stupidity slightly more
or less
the stranger stupidity you don’t want
to know
One with Clay, Image and Text 
We’re having an election these days in Quebec; the relative stupidity has nearly reached saturation levels, it’s raining mud on the candidates and the various party platforms are all wet. The fetid odor of unrealistic promises is barely masked by putrid perfumes: fear of change and fear of others. The future is opaque and foggy; vision is at an all time low…
I chuckled out loud at your comment, Michel. Sounds like it’s pretty humid and tumid up there. Hang in there, my friend!