Who's That On My Lawn? Poem by John W. McEwers

I lived through Iraq and Vietnam.

My lawn is mine to mow and mine alone.

Self-dealing and corruption run rampant I am aware.
Destroy take concentrate it ain't fair.

We disagree about service and its qualitative effect.

I've been all shook up.

Simmer don't boil don't shout don't explode.
There's a virility in keeping your eyes on the road.

I leave the porchlight on every night.

I know where the blades go.