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Mar 2019
Awaiting my guests to arrive
And inspect
This community
I can not help
But reject
Any customs,
Traditions
So-calling it culture
Just circling above
For next meals
Like a vulture
So hopefully they
Can acknowledge dismay
And disdain
That I can't hide away
Nor refrain
From deriving detesting
This place, denigrating
With subtle sarcasms
And unfettered hating
This nation
Needs nothing
From me
Can't they see
Their posterity
Not worth the time
Or money
To assist and to aid
And to tame
All in vain
They will never change
Archaic ways
Are ingrained
And to train them to choose
Monkey see
Monkey do
And to privatize,
Purchase,
Invest
And consume
Is really in fact
The last thing
This world needs
Just a hundred plus million
More mouths
It can't feed
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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