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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