Short Socialold Poems

Michigan Man, 93, Freezes To Death

Why, the old man froze to death
fingers and toes burning,
a slow, painful death, the coroner
says; the neighbors say they tried,
the city never lies, they will shut off
service of essential services,
and so life goes.  Why, 

the old man froze to death
huddled in double layers.
He’s not alone this season,
‘tis a freezing season, three
reports this week.  I reckon
we’re not civilized enough
to have heat for everyone.