.
Just no living in this travesty anymore.
Tattered signs, broken chimes, the vacancy signs at the door.
All too soon the rush will fly by…leaving the pundits to ponder…
‘why, why, why?’
Cardboard blankets of rubbish that desecrate the trails.
Sedans of smiling Mom and Dads, two kids…annoying pedigree retriever.
Plastic veils of tourists their greenbacks…the almighty deceivers.
