Eyesore - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Eyesore

The shanties spill over
The top of the hills
Until they meet
The gleaming luxury
High-rises housing
People who complain
About what an eyesore
It is to look out on
A bunch of poor people.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer