Watch out for the bubblegum – its flavor, watermelon or strawberry, long
Ago popped away into a tiring state, set to
Labotomize the cement, filled with its own troubles of cracks and
Krakens the city refuses to maintain.
Instead, they invest that money in themselves and their
Nagging egos that balloon with each neglectful
Grant that promises to help the homelesspoordisablesdisadvantagedchildren
In a city that talks like angels but acts like fools.
No wonder we won’t give up our gas-guzzling cars,
Laden with quiet and calm and the fake scent of pine.
At least the bubblegum droppings are mine.