Not a dog park,
But they live here,
Not a park for cats,
There are a good number here,
There are honest people here,
A number that might not be,
The landlord values only his life,
Willingly sells uninspected black mold condemned homes,
This is exactly like a person with aids fucking the neighborhood for his pleasure,
Black mold is as deadly as asbestos,
The treasure of Buchanan County either knows or does not care as long as taxes are paid on time,
No one cares,
After all, we are just Americans who are not wealthy,
This is my first home while I seek to pay off my home and care for cats,
My family , blood were vipers,
Liars, betrayers of the innocent, murders,
So I adopted a new family, human and cat,
Nothing else for this poet writer Empath to do,
Now I have to stop a new story concept and go put in five dollars,buy a working phone cord and applying for heat assistance this winter,
Last month my bill was 92,
Only using fans,
Turning no gas on it has rose to 106,
Shysters!
Want to own my home,
Fix up my home,
Be solar.and wind,
On my own land with a cellar,
People die in mobile home parks because the piece of pooh who sells black mold mobile homes has no shelter in case of bad weather like a tornado,
I’m going to write a story about life in this park.
Got to go now,
Thankyou for reading this poet’s words,
Val Whitewolf 