November 7, 2017Poem

Walk on by

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Walk on by

Cross on the other side

Button that lip

Stitch it closed

Silence that voice

Before the words form

Nothing good will come

From complaining

Satisfaction is a guarantee

It is written.

When a majority

Are known to agree

Everything must be good

Look at what happened

To the neighbourhood

Take pride

The old community

Has become gentrified

Be nice

Accept progress at any price

Forget the minority

In a land of plenty

There is no excuse

For failure

No tolerance

Of ne’re do wells.

Blame the victim

It is a new game

You can watch

On television

From the comfort of home

Until the Bailiff

Comes to your door

The reminders

Litter the floor

Overreaching

Your limit

Making a hash

Of the cashless society

Sounds a little like

A crash course in

Trash talk

But in this economy

Of scale

We are only as good

As our last sale

Beware of the buyout clause

We are all in this

Together

Until a better offer

Comes along.

Take pause

In the thought

That the little rain

We agreed

Would need to fall

To keep all in balance

Has grown into a torrent

And unless your grip is strong

You can be swept away

Just as easily

As your neighbour

Who then

Will be your saviour.