Surfside Fla. Poem by Richard Jarboe

Surfside Fla.



A Building Official,
Said the building 'Wasn't in bad shape.'
Tell that that to the one-fifty,
Who couldn't escape.
It seems so stupid,
To put greed over safe.
To put one over on 'The Man.'
With 'Hourglass Sand' mixed with concrete,
'Hourglass Sand'...
Discomplete.

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