Becoming a Pest

Quality out of flimsy
nation of automobiles
in a state of cool frenzy
over the city
down the bridge
bugs on the windshield
under age.

Eighties nineties then again
decades keep coming back
conversation like a stun gun
pushing the buttons
stepping on the gas
minset crackerjack
master planned.

Got drivers driving up and down
gold asphalt silver concrete
streets named after presidents
and letters of the alphabet
the economy here is fast
becoming a pest.

Circling all day long
cannot find a parking space
big enough for King Kong
stolen out of paradise
stuck on a skyscraper
promises broken
logic escaping.

We built freeways for speed
then slowly filled them up
we traded traditional neighborhoods
for thumb-twiddling computer music
the economy here is fast
becoming a pest.

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