Lost To Foreclosure Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You need more flavor in your beef.
Unconscious actions,
Are wide spreading.
And a relief you seek,
Is not forthcoming.
A remedy preached...
Chased away those freedoms,
Decreasing under your feet.

That taste of apple pie,
Thought sliced is missing.
Left are crumbs you pick,
With leased payments due.
The voice you silenced,
Is lost to foreclosure.
Never coming back...
Nor are your dreams,
Of having more fat to lick...
Will drip off your subsidized back!