CA Poetry

I went to Hell in a handbasket

But it sure looked like LA

Everyone there was pleasant

But no one there was gay

Those with homes were burdened

While those without were not

Both looked to the stars for refuge

But scorn was all they got

They could choose their leaders

But their leaders would not choose them

No, they were much too dirty;

Their blood and sweat and phlegm

Get high, get drunk get wasted, they say

On beer, blow, tar, or wine

But do not get drunk on Spirit

Or you will have to pay a fine.

‘Go West, young man.” The people said

But now they say go east,

You will no longer find salvation here

From profit, prince, or priest

But, poet, you had privilege

That is why you are so mad

Everyone is more equal now

It’s really not that bad

Example: Everyone is covered!

(But not many get much care)

Minimum wage is rising!

(But your job’s no longer there)

Tell you what, how’s this…

We will pay you to stay home,

Chillax, binge Netflix, post videos

Just do not begin to roam

Especially to small businesses,

For that would be a sin

Do not go out and congregate

Unless your sports team wins

Shall I continue the lament

It seems to do no good

The car cannot go anywhere

And I can’t look under the hood

It seems there’s many levels

To this Inferno of a state

Some people think it’s fixable

But I think it’s too late