The Citizen

Capital café down the road from the
Building itself in a strange town
With embarrassed histories
And free zoning for cool
Combinations; an escape from
The picnic table drudgery

Scrolling through yet another
Sad story, adjudicated legally
In a farcical program, written
By the second greediest cast

A final gasp in the crisis of
Home, where I might fuel up
Smile and see the light of
Eyes unmuddied with the 
Chopping of digital paper
Work, tasting that which 
Was dutifully created, shared