Portland I

Outside my train
Window is Portland
Relaxed laid-back trashed
By scavengers in shanty towns
Paper plastic cardboard hovels all
With the reek of human excrement,
How politically correct can one be
Before all the riff-raff are swept
Away to a CCC camp far from
Portland condemned to build
Park roads pavilions picnic
Tables trails involuntarily
Contributing to society
Or will the city lose its
Middle class to far
Away suburbs
Safe from
Poor folk
Asking
For another
Handout camped
On RR embankments
Waving some hand gesture
At the train passengers
Whose tolerance is
Not up to Portland
Standards of
Acceptance
Here in
Austin
On the Willamette.