Smogged By Your Fog Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

He became...
Affected!
You know the kind?
The ones who get a little money,
Then completely lose their minds.
The ones born in Hartford or Brooklyn
Or Boston, Mass.
Suddenly they speak with British accents,
With attitudes to pass.
They may get good jobs with titles.
To push paper behind cherry wood desks...
In San Francisco or Seattle.
And when the day comes when they lose it all,
They are the first to say to an old acquaintance...
I have not heard from you,
Why didn't you give me a call?
A good response would be,
To those becoming 'soberized'
With their bouts from 'nobility' could be...
'I was smogged by your fog!
And your golden gate was too high for me to climb!
But I am doing quite fine.
I have been in my right mind all this time! '