Current Regard for the Newly Not-so-Rich

by KJ Hannah Greenberg Wayfarers dismiss all manners of crossings, Involving gees, separate voices, Or the wealthy, dispossessed. Wanderers’ tough, social fabric, Taunt against recessions, Hedge off perdition successfully. That more moneyed souls, likewise, Are fenced from happy bog or fern Breaks no hobo’s diatribe. Further, those “sagacious” politicians Yet fail to share oil drum fires Around which simple men heat. Today’s trash out of McMansions All empty ice cream cartons, Inveterated backyard swimming pools, Dusty chandeliers, maybe hand-sewn carpets, Beats tom-toms taunt Against a unified presence. The middle class’ mourning song, too, Brooks no space for seasoned itinerates. Learning from the rich customs of the destitute, Not to make room for social “treasures,” The average Joe rejects Citizens with louche taste.