The poem begins:
I watch the manager next door
where older, poorer people have to live,
just stand and blow the dust around, and hate him some.
Head over to The Human to read the whole thing…
p.s. A Summer Book Bingo update: “No I can’t hang out with you today, I have to finish my bingo card” is something I am saying nowadays — 7 more books to finish before Labor Day!