An Ironical Street Scene Routine
The poor man tidied up
his poor shack for shelter
with sales boards...
It didn't protect him from danger
of the streets,
neither from the sun
or the rain...
There was no private toilet,
nor private life...
In front side of the shack shelter,
an imposing poster announces:
"MANSION FOR SALE" !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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