by William Skink

Why wait for tomorrow to share a poem I just wrote today?

NO MORE

no more bonds
no more TIF
no more consultants
on the taxpayer tit

no more studies
no more talk
your empty words
can’t walk the walk

the camps are growing
and vehicular homes
and food bank needs
and emergency loans

while you zoom it in
to virtually shrug
over lack of tools
and mean state thugs

no more excuses
why things get worse
no accountability
with the public purse

no more bridges
or roach motels
an alarm is blaring
not whistles and bells

but you cannot hear it
in your teflon shell
in your bubble world
from which you tell

the rest of us
how things will be
butterflies get homes
people, disease