Drinking Manhattans, Then and Now

Posted: August 14, 2016 in Poems, poetry, Social Commentary
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(from the book, “Shiny Spaceships stuck on dead-end dirt roads, available on Amazon)

When the local fire siren wailed
us kids knew it was time to go home
now it means
some poor bastard is losing all he owns

Once the weeds were pulled and sidewalk swept
I could hike in the woods for hours
Now there are so many weeds that sidewalks never get swept
and my kid can’t walk down her own street alone

Mom stayed home all day, cleaned and cooked
Dad worked until it was time for a few Manhattans
kids never sat on the living room furniture
and we knew how to shut the hell up and listen

Now everyone works and everyone cooks
and everyone needs a few Manhattans
the living room furniture is worn thin
and nobody shuts up enough to hear anything at all

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