The sun is unpleasant.
The cars and mostly trucks crowd one another on the roads.
The neighbor has a dog,
and it barks,
non-stop,
ad infinitum,
barks itself hoarse,
and it is painful to hear,
irritating.
Every weekend,
at the very least,
the dog barks,
and barks
and barks.
The residents of this desultory place are
---Oh, dear! Let's not say that:
Let's try this:
they live in a prison,
a prison of their own making,
full of their trucks,
houses which demand that scarce commodity,
time,
pointlessly many animals,
and I've not got the heart to continue.
And me I'm as confused as them since I know,
nothing is a commodity,
because everything has a value which is not a price.
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