Rust Belt Blues

Institute of Place Management

That left behind state of mind…

The only thing worse
than having no future
is knowing it.

The screens shriek have,
as the have nots
watch in envious anger.

Sometimes they arise
and wail a hard hymn
at those who taunt them.

Mostly though they sit
dulled in opioid days,
only wondering why?

All they wanted
was a job to work,
a life to live.

Now they’ve become
a deplorable basket
of the badly baffled.

Used and confused,
soon to be forgotten,
rust never sleeps.