No Contracts Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Lived at the end of a dirt road,
For him, a beginning
Unlisted number,
But rarely listless
He was too young to be aware of public domain,
Life was so self-contained
No contracts,
Given many allowances,
A complimentary, chargeless way of being
Everything so unrestrained
Today, the strain has the momentum,
He has adhered it its demands,
Ugliness invaded his space
Whatever the new path or place,
It certainly isn't a happy dirt road