Sil Hattaavah

The truck is freezing at first
Windows covered in sleeted a.m. frost
Heater on high blowing hands and feet
 
The vehicle begins to roll across the frozen gravel
Crunchy grass and no trespassing signs
Away from the little fenced grey house
 
Passing homes of varying colours
The cleanliness of the landscape dissipates
As we approach the main street
 
Bedrolls and tents become more prevalent
Endorsed by disgraceful trash along the street
Inclusive of zombies wandering to and fro
 
With their stolen shopping carts
Full of cans and “belongings”
Likely hijacked from someone’s yard
 
So many shameless faces roam the triangle
Displaying their treacherous signs
Imploring the foolish to bequeath
 
Adjacent the store eight run down r.v.s
Excrement flows along the roadside
Seems to be reasonable in this decade
 
The parking lot is polar opposite
No debris or waste to be seen
Carts neatly in their designated stalls
 
The final thirty seconds of a drive to safeway
Is a thousand times more enjoyable to me
Then the entire fifteen-minute drive
Why? Because times have changed.

The truck is freezing at first
Windows covered in sleeted a.m. frost
Heater on high blowing hands and feet
 
The vehicle begins to roll across the frozen gravel
Crunchy grass and no trespassing signs
Away from the little fenced grey house
 
Passing homes of varying colours
The cleanliness of the landscape dissipates
As we approach the main street
 
Bedrolls and tents become more prevalent
Endorsed by disgraceful trash along the street
Inclusive of zombies wandering to and fro
 
With their stolen shopping carts
Full of cans and “belongings”
Likely hijacked from someone’s yard
 
So many shameless faces roam the triangle
Displaying their treacherous signs
Imploring the foolish to bequeath
 
Adjacent the store eight run down r.v.s
Excrement flows along the roadside
Seems to be reasonable in this decade
 
The fenced parking lot is polar opposite
No debris or waste to be seen
Carts neatly in their designated stalls
 
The final thirty seconds of a drive to Safeway
Is a thousand times more enjoyable to me
Then the entire fifteen-minute drive
Why? Because times have changed.

The truck is freezing at first
Windows covered in sleeted a.m. frost
Heater on high blowing hands and feet
 
The vehicle begins to roll across the frozen gravel
Crunchy grass and no trespassing signs
Away from the little fenced grey house
 
Passing homes of varying colours
The cleanliness of the landscape dissipates
As we approach the main street
 
Bedrolls and tents become more prevalent
Endorsed by disgraceful trash along the street
Inclusive of zombies wandering to and fro
 
With their stolen shopping carts
Full of cans and “belongings”
Likely hijacked from someone’s yard
 
So many shameless faces roam the triangle
Displaying their treacherous signs
Imploring the foolish to bequeath
 
Adjacent the store eight run down r.v.s
Excrement flows along the roadside
Seems to be reasonable in this decade
 
The fenced parking lot is polar opposite
No debris or waste to be seen
Carts neatly in their designated stalls
 
The final thirty seconds of a drive to Safeway
Is a thousand times more enjoyable to me
Then the entire fifteen-minute drive
Why? Because times they have changed