POEM: Den-City


By Carol Smith

Like a glutton who’s first at the table to take
The biggest and best of whatever you make
Developers have planted their forks like a stake
In the Westside as if it were their piece of cake

With pockets of dough and immense appetites
They’ve gobbled up blocks of defenseless old sites
Then touted improvement as their way of rights
To supersize scale to unreasonable heights

But as long as indifference grips density’s vice
Our reward is a future where we’ll sacrifice
The right to a lifestyle in which every slice
Is not cut in half and now double the price!

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