Suddenly, Disorder

A couple of businessmen were shot.
A crowd of women stormed a church
And punched its priest. He started
Crying. All the retail clerks stayed
Home, and all the people mowing
Lawns, and daycare centers couldn't
Open, leaving fancy people stuck.
What good, one asked, is an estate
With shaggy lawns, a lumpy wallet
When no one will sell you things?
How can I make any money if I
Have to watch my kids? And
Every jowly, made up face on
Every camera in town declared
That chaos had descended.
Troops would have to be called
Out. The mayor said the day'd
Been bad. I found it very good.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-20 at 15:29

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