With a Wimper

screened lanais and carports
two storied pastel boxes 
arificially arranged around the 
community pool
golf carts and bicycles
parked and dusty
await patiently the
curving palmed streets
that meander back on 
themselves emulating
the minds of the residents

secure behind the guarded gates
that keep the world from
wandering through to
disturb the peace of this
utopia paid for by profits
garnered from folks now
locked safely outside 
they smugly rest 

tonight its Karaoke 
from 5:00 till 8:00 
then back to the boxes
to sleep the peaceful dreams
of the over fed, under stimulated
unstressed

they rest conserving their
energy for a tomorrow
of the monotony of today

barely alive yet fearful of the 
coming reality of death





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-24 at 00:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Mar-a-Lago, deftly sketched.
2021-03-24



A vivid and well-aimed indictment. And a good poem!
2021-03-24