All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,

a once rural residence,

which soulful yen
I called home

since February 28th, 1968, when

Boyce and Harriet Harris

(my octogenarian

widower father, a transplanted urban
cowpoke father, and late outskirts

of poker flats mother) than

experienced livingsocial in the country,

cuz aforesaid domain didst span,
and encompass,

one hundred plus acre estate

listed in national register

as "Glen Elm", where ran

woodland surrounding a golden pond

favored by Canadian Geese,

but under game plan

of commercial developer Donald Neilson
(a tall lumbering
"all business no play doh" man

blueprints drafted for

an army of vinyl city
exemplifying Little boxes

on the hillside ditty

Little boxes made of ticky tacky...gritty
material upending wildlife refuge,

ah...what a pity

yet, impossible to stop industrialization,

the das capital way

spurring thy preferential longing

for nature preservation oye vey,
and to make a million bucks in USA

if land left off limits

for propertied class today
then in the near future,
an aggressive builder will sashay

confirming prophecy
scooping up gobs of profit

out maneuvering competition

analogous to a marathon relay
race quickly witnessing little boxes

to sprout all the same

by construction workers,

who hammer away,

nailing steady income,
viz all work and no play,
who maxim eyes

American middle class dream

asper buying affordable home

after acquiring a mortgage to outlay
their limited choice sans, may

be there's a green one and a pink one

and a blue one and yellow one, how zing
free enterprise, and they're

all made out of ticky tacky

held together on a wing
and prayer they all look

just the same ring

with a round of row zees

awash manicured lawns
with generic grass seed

that doth spring

to life with synthesized,

(yet deadly) chemicals meant

to guarantee wrest
ting control might and subdue

so nature forced

to become nsync from in vest

ment plot purchase

as proving grounds to test
a money bagged well paid

laborer at leisure time

sprawled asleep in comfy hammock

a much needed self deserved rest
whereat successful proof

evinces "American dream"

no matter quest
necessitates becoming linkedin
with fast paced lifestyle

attendant ulcer inducing "pest"

keeping up appearances,

where younglings nest
scolding woe begotten kith

if flawless grounds get messed
by clod hopping kids and/or smart pets
upsetting calculus figuring formula

determining trigonometric
landscaping tangential

to maintaining perfectly

squared off turf especially lest
the neighbors cease becoming hospitable
and stop offering gold plated invitations

to such honorable humble guest.