Fourth Two Year Plan
In a trailer park, everyone is on the two-year escape plan.
To put distance between themselves and the stigma.
Our neighbor is no different.
She's a smoke-stacked bleach-blonde.
90-proof attitude to boot.
Her skinny kids cherishing her dead-end smile.
She's on her fourth two-year plan.
A couple of rusted rectangles down.
There's Mr. ambition.
He really wants out-works a couple of shifts.
His legs are younger than his face.
But I think he has a chance...
Then there's the old soul across the way.
Has the nicest garden around.
She still works like a pack mule.
Should have been long retired.
I don't think she'll ever make it out.
As for me ...you already know.
I only have but two more years to go.
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