[a poem of mine today]

Conviction

Unfinished business
Squats like addictions
That refuse to leave
The premises unscathed

The deposit of damage
Devalues the property
Of making a difference
In the prison that rents us

We want something to blame
We want another refund
To build a better refuge
Against the market crash

This caste has been removed
As we just try to evict
The flaws that bring us down
And dispossess utopia.