Bourgeois Boob

The neighbor's ceaseless home improvements
Leave me filled with helpless rage.  “You
Spent a million dollars on that place.  How
Much more must be done?  You have the view
Of all the valley, face the former owner's,
Okay, not exactly normal, sense of taste,
But must you spend a fortune blandifying
What he made?  Your misspent money leaves
Me gazing at another version of the tame
And tasteless sprawl which mars the tract
Across the street.  Can't you tell the campesinos
Planting boring little shrubs and spreading gravel,
Blowing leaves, and all the other noisome things
Which lay waste to my peace of mind that their
Misguided tasks are done, and, from this point
On, place your ass somewhere from which
You can enjoy, in silence, how you've
Cheapened that grand home?”





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-29 at 12:45

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