I am a local who hates where I live.
Acrid cesspool on the Susquehanna.
A city deserving of its stigma
As a community so repulsive.
For its citizens joy is elusive
With its commerce mired in inertia.
The valley is consumed by a dark aura
Creating a malaise that’s oppressive.
Ancient residents blinded by the past,
Block the community’s need to reshape,
Accelerating the city’s downturn.
I’ve seen outside, which makes me an outcast
Even though I was lucky to escape,
Why was I insane enough to return?
© 2017 Benjamin Goodrich