You live very self-consciously, in Brooklyn.
Do you drink juice or coffee or eat vegetables?
How do you live with yourself
and your bourgeois lifestyle choices?
Have you ever grown a plant?
You monster, you
gentrifying Brooklyn monster.
Your plant is a symbol.
Punch that up on your sushi iPhone app
where you get your food from
in your new robot Brooklyn dystopia,
you invasive specie.
Do you like quirky things?
It’s people like you
who are ruining the Brooklyn remembered
by old folks who sit on stoops
and provide readily available sound bites
about the days of old.
From the article Brooklyn is cool until you start reading about it in Gawker. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.
Verbatim Poetry 