A one eye beast of pale luminosity,
an alien spaceship look-a-like,
the street light at my window
connected to worms of electricity
allows me a bit of clarity after dark.
Last Friday, for want of payment,
Georgia Power turned the lights.
Thus, I have been forced me into the class conflict
of what I could not have imagined, me a princess,
now another schlemiel on the welfare rolls.
Damn the three branches of government,
damn outsourcing. Damn the haves of capitalism.
Damn even the Poetry Forum!
I will be pampered
or will endorse anarchy.
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