Orange County, home of cultures <br />where the rats will sometimes race, <br />now is also home for vultures <br />dropping shit on every face, <br />as well as cars you have to wash <br />every time you’re in the county. <br />People will not think you’re posh, <br />covered with this avian bounty, <br />if you live in Newport Beach, <br />or in Irvine, or in Tustin; <br />though the bird shit looks like bleach <br />or the sands of St. Augustine, <br />for there is a disconnect <br />separating O.C. culture <br />from my culture in L.A., <br />since I am a culture vulture, <br />and the County’s birds of prey <br />bother me, so I hold fonder <br />woods of Beverly where I, <br />peacefully inside my Honda, <br />never vulture shit espy. <br /> <br /> <br />3/10/05<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orange-county/
