Why try to stop the storm’s raging
the waves incessant lapping
the crapping of pigeons on my window cill

I am not the agent of change
but an accessory to the crimes
of everyday life

I muddle, befuddled
by mundane inanity,
the insanity that passes as normal

people cursing people’s being
seeing underpasses passing as homes
as the tenants roam aimlessly

and we try to exist blamelessly
ignoring pleas for quarters and dimes
our time to precious to pay attention

to our fellow humans plight
not to mention avoiding the sight
of an existence to horrid to contemplate

as we wait for our latte
and think naughty thoughts
about being in bed with our loved ones

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