Our Modern Family Poem by JOE POEWHIT

My kid had a drink.
I'm by the kitchen sink.
What is really going on? ? ?
Life past - no more farms.
Church morals are gone.
Needle feel from my arm.
DAD just came in drunk.
New funk - full of junk.
T.V. blasts all day long.
Our family on a credit cloud.
The world is far below.
Baby sister said, 'NINE MONTHS SLOW'.
Life shuffles - alcohol drug maze.
Cars empty fast - food want craze.
Mega - mall, so far away.
Multicolor cloths - hangers wait.
Phones ring in every room.
Which of the multi tiled bathrooms? ? ?
Door shut on our home.
BANKER'S CAR LEFT - feeling alone.