If you want to build a mega-mansion,
try to spoil an area that’s exclusive,
it’s most American to flout expansion:
don’t hesitate because you are abusive
of other people’s problems with esthetics.
John Smith and all the Pilgrims never saved
environment, so cherish the kinetics
of those who love a world that can be paved.
Behind each tree we fell, a Pocahontas
is waiting to embrace the bold developer;
remove from rosy spectacles your jaundice:
construct a trophy house where you envelop her.
12/23/05
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pocahontas/
