By Comparison

by | Mar 8, 2021 | Philosophy

Panhandlers and prostitutes
Attempt to hock their wares
Down in New Orleans
Can be a family affair

The businessmen object
To the element at large
Cause it runs their patrons off
No matter what they charge

The City Council intervened
Passing laws with teeth
Allowing cops to intervene
Giving laws more reach

Money passing hands
Was the ruler of the trade
Now just sheer intention
Of the objects found in play

Panhandlers and prostitutes
Just doing what they know
Trying to survive
. . . Avoiding taxes as they go

Though it is a different thing
It parallels the same
People sending junk-mail
From their businesses, well maintained

Delivered to me daily
Pandering my trade
With their many offerings
And requests for money made

At the cost of growing trees
That helps clean the dirty air
Junk mail delivered daily
A very routine affair

The government doesn’t stop them
Or try curtail their rights
Because they’re paying taxes
We’re left to trash our junk each night


Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)