Guy On A Hot Tin Tile

Told the bounding man,
we paid our mortgage. He
jumped the roof
wouldn’t come down

The police didn’t arrive.
The wall street guy
yanked a tile, claims
ten cents worth security paper
against our mortgage,
brother can you return a dime

Told him that
we paid our mortgage
clipped the grass
took out the garbage

There’s a man
deposited on our lawn,
tin ear
tin cup,
brother can you spare a billion
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert