Poem after reading back through headlines from Hoodline and 48 Hills over these past weeks this summer of 2016.Humor gets me through a lot these days.
Recap of last 3 month’s worth news:
every place closing that we used to know
new places look ugly and just built for show
with all of our heads buried so deep
we let these developers rob us of sleep
we have to step back, it’s for our own good
who among us slacked off, they’re here in our hood
we can never take back what the City gave away
I can barely stand to walk down these streets most days
a call out from this Native San Fransican–
does anyone here know how to reach Snake Plisken?