Poetry Thursday

I looked up from my computer

When I heard the putt putt of the scooter

I knew this was how the demise of our happy neighborhood would begin

Because the whites are moving in

They will loudly play their podcasts on crime

They will hold brunch during church time

They will hike on trails where none of us have been

How are we going to handle it when the whites move in?

They will stink up the neighborhood with their imported artisan cheese

They’ll ask us to watch their little dog during their four times a year trips to Disney

The Amazon drivers will deliver to their houses four times a day and it will begin

As soon as the whites move in

They will sit on their porch sipping tea and eating almond scones and croissants

That they got from an overpriced farm to table restaurant. 

They never throw out their crap and will hold weekly yard sales selling old shoes out of a bin

That’s what happens when the whites move in

We’ll invite them over for a beer and they will ask for a micro brew

They’ll put a American flag and balls on the back of a truck with a bumper sticker about the Hong Kong flu

They will talk about golf, and pickleball saying victory is all in the spin

That’s what we will have to put up with when the whites move in

If you want us to give you a chance

Don’t fly the flag that says Trump and Vance

They will thump their Bible and complain of society’s sin

While voting for the man candidate that has committed the most, when the white move in

Barbeques with food cooked inside

Kids on bikes in the driveway the only spot they are allowed to ride

Loud Thanksgiving dinner with their kin

There goes the neighborhood, the whites are moving in