REAL Estate
Who’s putting up them signs everywhere, anyway?
“For sale by owner”
Seems to matter who owns what
What?
What does it mean to be real
Desperate enough to spin the wheel
To be a citizen of democracy
Requires incredible sacrifice
Usually blood and definitely tears
The hypocrisy stops now
With years and years of reckless responsibility
There is an indigenous idiocrasy
On the current state of affairs
Whose land is this anyway?
Mine? Yours?
Theirs?
Return to the Mother
Earth is calling us home
Return to Eden
With eyes wide open
I see
She is everywhere
In everything.
It’s never too late
To impress the Empress
The Green Goddess of Life
And really clean up
Our act.
Stop selling Her short
Stop selling Her off
And clean up after ourselves
Like Mama always taught us, right?
And pickup those **** signs
After the sale is made.
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2025
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