Someoneís paying people to drive during rush hour, go north on
then back south, repeat: natural job-fit for those with
cars but not houses,
whose cars are their houses. stirring up road rage (more
accidents, more repairs,
higher insurance) and road wear (more well-bellied men leaning
on tools and equipment) ó
win-win.. will the roads get wideróno, more bicycle lanes.
will the buses get closer to where people liveóno, light rail
with even fewer stops.
How better to encourage pedestrians than building 4 story condo
right up to the sidewalks edge; adding 70 new residents without
encourages lawn parking and work from home. More buildings more
mass more gravity
more stuff falling here, more detours, more lost. weíre
all a little heavier, a little slower ó
stay home switching between the food, exercise &
Three countries in an houróIím starving! I say ďChineseĒ
the phone knows who to call and what to order.
Weíre saving money on lawn maintenance by paving more. Fewer
birds less bird shit.
Iím not sure who the squirrels are working for, wiggling into
attics and chewing wiring.
not easy to locate the rotting carcass between your walls, to
remove the crow
stuck in your chimney Cap those chimneys and let the next
residents be surprised.
Every day Iím exhorted to sell my house, fix my roof,
change my insurance, my phone & tv provider.
Employment brokers charge application fees for jobs that arenít
Instead of a new tax make everyone buy a bus pass.
use your food stamp card to buy gasoline.
Airbnb and Uber are merging so you can pick someone up in your
and charge them to sleep in it.
If you have any comments on this poem, Dan Raphael would be
pleased to hear from you.