Lift one foot,
Then the other,
Repeat.
Movement is the key
To keep things from freezing up,
Grinding to a halt.
How many people are ground
Every day?
There doesn’t seem any
More west to go to,
Even if I was young.
It’s all been bought and sold.
Free enterprise only
Works with enough backs
Willing to be its pedestal.
The land of the free,
The home of the brave
Has been optioned,
Parceled up,
Hauled away
To some ostentatious vacation house
In Martha’s Vineyard maybe.
If you sneak up,
Look through the fence
You can see where it sits
Behind the screen.
Go around back.
You might be able
To get some scraps
If you don’t
Get arrested
By all the glitz.
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