.the Price Of Being Civilized - Poem by Shirley Hanley
I sat out on my front porch [way up in the air] today...
I listened to the sound of the cars on the freeway
as they came roaring across the valley
like an angry beast let out of a cage.
Driving me to take refuge [inside] behind closed doors.
Oh the joys of civilization..............!
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