Sometimes life is a walk in the neighborhood. Sometimes not.<\/p>\n
F-16<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
I was strolling in my neighborhood \nTrying to avoid \nThe usual noise pollution \nFrom technological whored \nA roaring lawnmower hear \nA gas weed whacker whacking there \nA whirring leaf blower going nowhere \nThen \nA rare moment of silence \nOver taken \nBy a supersonic rumble \nFrom the loco air farce \nMy years war out \nNo\u2019ing the score \nF-16 \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF \nF-16 \nA eulogy of a different stripe \nSilence not sufficing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"