Egg-xaggerated Priorities
Egg-xaggerated Priorities At the border they stand, so bold and so keen, Not for smugglers or drugs—no, for eggs in between! A carton concealed, a yolky delight, More dangerous, it seems, than fentanyl’s blight. "Hands where we can see them! Step out of the car!" "Are those free-range or smuggled from far?" "Mexico’s markets have prices so low, But sorry, dear traveler, these eggs cannot go!" Meanwhile, the barns are wiped off the map, Millions of chickens caught in the trap. One sneeze, one cough, and it's off with their heads, Avian flu leaves the henhouses dead. Yet here we are, in a world so absurd, Where eggs are the threat, not the war of the word. Policies cracked, logic half-baked, A border patrol that’s clearly misplaced. So let’s raise a toast—err, maybe a toastie, With eggs on the side, though they might be too costly. For in this grand scramble of irony and dread, The real threats are ignored—while eggs get you red.