Lauderdale Sunrise
The sun comes up, The sky erupts In pastel shades of peach. To richest first, They quench their thirst In high-rise condo niche. That swelling light That’s warm and bright That further cannot reach. The rest are blocked By stucco stock The condos on the beach. “How do you dare? Do you not care?” The poor the rich beseech. “Fairness first, Sunrise we thirst,” They say, “to each from each.” Let sunlight through, Give us our due They screech and screech and screech. “But Shadow faire, That is your share!” The rich a lesson teach: “Money counts, We’ve earned our mounts, If you would have our reach, You’d get good jobs, You lazy slobs, Not lay about the beach.” Written November 30th, 2000 © on Nov 30 2001 01:51 AM PST, same as above 0 • 9 • 14
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