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The Mid Atlantic Riviera

Politicians gamble their careers to get it done
Their pensions padded,
In case they are discovered,
Selling the county deed –
For a hand full of beads.
To Developers who build or sue
To lay the foundation
For the New Order of the Mid Atlantic Riviera  

Buying up open space,
To build more MacMansions,
Upscale outlet malls,
Private country clubs
And cobblestone quaintness
To brighten up otherwise dreary little shore towns
Whose burgomeisters are busy preparing
The red carpet for the new blood royalty.
Arrogant, yet frightened scincophants,
Hoping for futures,
As a doormen or lawn jockeys

Eminent domain,
Is their heavy hand.
Paving the way,
And everything else in sight,
For a new breed
Of gated community denizen
Armed with a cell phone
GPS,
And tazer

Day tripping through suburbia,
Skirting around the county in German cars,
A flash of diamond,
The scent of reptiles--
Submerge into a tinted glass world,
Moving swiftly, but politely,
Careful not to stoke the ire
Of the local savages

Families of worker drones
Baby boomers
Living out the glory days of the American dream
Corporate ladders and expense accounts,
High school sports,
College educations
And the United Way

Foolishly proud of their ancillary existences
Replete with pseudo erudite libraries
Of classic literature, DVDs and video games
Garages filled with motorcycles, jet skis, and lawnmowers
Kitchens stocked with every plastic
Appliance made in China…
A lost tribe…
But soon to be fossilized in the strata
Beneath the layers of fine jewels,
Silver and gold

Gone too will be the Bennies,
The Wildebeests of the North,
Their herds diminishing
With every new animal house law
Bar closing and curfew,
No longer welcome down the shore

The county's got a master plan.
Up go the settlements,
Down go the neighborhoods.
You can own a piece of the waterfront,
Live in a sandcastle by Hovnanian,
That blocks out the afternoon sun,
Of a beach that prohibits every intrusion,
Fortified with leading edge surveillance technology,
By peoples of a lesser distinction,
Like surfers and fisherman

A beachfront boundary, strictly enforced
By pimply faced youths in police uniform knockoffs,
Or laid off business managers
Broken down and reconditioned,
With loud radios
Ready to guide any unauthorized human
Away from the comfort zone
Of the Mid Atlantic Riviera

Their collective eyes following every glitch,
Every benign contusion
In the wall of this bubble of paradise
Whose every facet is tailored to meet
The desires and habits of these new interlopers

The final form of human parasite --
Yet evolved….
The paradigm of extravagance
A fitting remnant to be left behind
By a future Tsunami
That will sneak up on them someday,
While they snack on cock tales and caviar,
And wash them away
A fitting epitaph for their mocking towers in the sand

But, until that time,
They will have their reign,
At His Satanic Majesty's Request,
A playground by the sea,
A casino on the skyline,
A French chateau in Freehold,
A Tiffanies in Tinton Falls

They bask in threads by Versace and Gucci,
Time share private jets for half a mil',
Sail in yachts that resemble hotels,
Life is but a dream!
You start out in a MacMansion and
End up in a castle by the sea!
Long live Luis the XIV!
Rococo all around!


So get busy and ‘cull' the geese and deer,
Kick out the Black Bear and turkey vulture,
Put them in the history books
Like prairie bison and the passenger pigeon
Their existence threatens our eyes
And defiles our view
Let's start out there
And we'll end up with you!

Let it come to pass,
The Gods have returned to Earth
Central New Jersey will be their dominion,
An oasis for breeding and the extermination
Of any Homo Erectile dysfunctionate  
Competing for space
In their newfound paradise
Jobs, institutions and military bases
Will be shipped out to make room
For crystal palaces and gingerbread villages
Where the delta Survivors will be relegated to service
Until the drone clones are complete
Then the State stem cell incubators
Can extend their lives forever
And heaven itself
Will pale in the grandeur of
Their Silver Cities beside the Sea






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