The Planned Community
keeping the rest of us locked out
the community planned is the building
of the little kingdoms
all equipped with their walls &
if they could afford it, get the permits,
you know they’d have a moat
to beat the band---
no doubt jealous of the
richer, whose money has lead them out
to the international waters
so they can have their islands away
from the laws that **** the rest of us,
no doubt jealous of the richer,
who fly up to the space stations,
under the guise of a special space endeavor,
making a new place to live,
sketching out the new empire
so as to avoid the radiation poisoning &
inevitable mutations that the rest of us will
get to cash in when the
nukes come a flying
left & right
from one madman to the next---
with white picket fences &
strict notions of behavior,
with a neighborhood watch
lined inside with rifles declared just under the
2nd (while still paying private security---
can’t have enough guns after all),
this is the wave of somebody’s future,
just not yours or mine.
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