130. BAD DRIVES OUT GOOD

BAD DRIVES OUT GOOD

Whatever they shoe-horn in will fit,

whether wasted tower or storefront bit;

it wouldn't matter to anyone else - 'as long' -

the landlord will say - 'as I can generate some

income.' Well that's all fine for him.

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It's the others, looming and lost, who bear the

brunt - tacky subdivided real-estate made

blind and slobbering with garish lights, bad

colors and poorly thought-out use and place.

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There once was a city upon a hill - all light

and wisdom too - wherein the people, so

possessed of a general goodness, wanted

for nothing and did less than that. Idleness

was grace. Self-possession was the golden

mean. Nothing ugly or crass existed, nor was

let to be. Everything, so it seemed, was perfect.

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And then someone let in the scourge.

Someone let in the urge : for pecuniary

propagation and momentary motivation.

In time all good things come to end,

it seems, as Bad - as it always does -

drives out Good.