Poem.

Shangri-la, Asgard, New Jerusalem

And other ethereal places not reached by leg and limb

Home to the Gods

Home to dreams of unmolested security

Due to being in a torturous world

With its constant upheaval

And economic promiscuity

For the middle and upper classes

And its clashes

With the lower classes

In poverty still

But they have been supplied with a dream

Oh, not so near as to be near a touch

But never so far that imagination can’t clutch

And wherever that is, it be near enough

To dream of in perpetuality- Apparently

To console the poor in poverty

In what nobody intends to let them have

In their voluptuous, delicious vunerabilities

On which the upper classes feed

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