Treasure Island

David DeSantis

(01/29/85 / Utica, NY)


The town in which I currently reside
is home to roughly 5,000 people.
Of these so called citizens,
roughly 30% make little or no attempt
to do much of anything at all.
Flailing happlessly between
a state of drug induced euphoria
and angst ridden welfare supplementals,
this lot is as pathetic as the genes that
brought about their rather innocuous situation.

Copyright (c) David Desantis

Submitted: Thursday, October 02, 2008
Edited: Monday, February 16, 2009

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  • Rani Turton (10/10/2008 3:53:00 PM)

    Well! Now what if those same citizens read this poem, David? ! You'd have to run for cover. I guess there must be some truth in your 'allegations'! (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (10/7/2008 7:42:00 AM)

    Ha ha.... sounds like pond life to me! ! Great little depiction David - you get them the world over, not just in Norwich, USA! HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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