The Neighbors

Here is the golf course; on either side of it
Millionaires' look-alike dung-toned homes.
Here is the upscale shopping mall, the stores
And restaurants all chains, the goods on sale
Sufficiently pricey to symbolize affluence,
If not taste, as none is distinguished. They're
Ferried back home via fancy British and German
Cars to hang upon walls or take spaces
On tables and be wiped by crews who come
Clean every week. Look around. Built-in
Bookshelves hold knickknacks, not books.
Televisions are everywhere, even in toilets,
And everyone watches. Each one is on.
Snapshots of all of them smiling and waving
In front of the pyramids or Taj Mahal don't
Fool anybody. These people are dull, cookie-
Sheet shallow. I'd rather have cannibals,
Lunatics, cobblers or beekeepers nearby
Instead.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-28 at 19:16

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