The Love Song of JP Stankus
The Love Song of JP Stankus (1/9/09)
JP Stankus, 43,
lived a life of squallardry
among the cast-away debris
all strewn about haphazardly.
Years and years the neighbors talked,
stared at him with heads all cocked,
gawked, but in the end they chalked
their fate to knowing they had balked
in ever doing anything
about the situation. Spring,
summer, fall, and winterZING
flew by. No one pushed the King
of Filth with harsh redress,
no one made the least progress
(on account of cowardice?)
to get the man to clean his mess.
Finally, the bank-men came
men in suits who looked the same
men of numbers, not of names
to put an end to Stankus shame.
They drove up slow in Cadillacs
with paint to match their suitsboth black
the men who never smiles crack
and parked in front of JPs shack.
Your neighbors, they will kindly thank us,
said the men to JP Stankus
for the men down at the bank
rank the neighborhood as rank.