Parking in the Emerson Street lot is
A lot like finding Waldo, not Ralph but
Myself Abel to k** for self reliance
But I'm going to make the turn on Homer
Avenue, prime time's up for Groening
About the suburban condition, premonition
Here in the city of tall pines, palm confines
Ivory Farm Cla**ics, startup cla**es
Lululemon clad-a**es, Apple, Pinkberry
Forbidden fruition of the evangelical ma**es
Megachurches with free parking for the nouveaux
Riche offers, exit strategies taking longer than Godot
And me, I'm aching like an ancient Achaean
To offer contrition and surrender my ammunition:
A one horsepower whip, my stallion
Epic acquisition, no stalemate like Stalin
No Quagmire, Trojans broken, story finished like Rowling