Page 13 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Six

“Then an old man and his wife with a trunk,
Perched on a porch in the deepest blue funk,
Told me that gentrification is here:
Landlords were throwing them out on their ear.”

“Gentry? I wondered. And lords? A bad dream!
Have we returned to a feudal regime?
People still know how to lie, steal and cheat:
That didn’t change down on Silver Lake Street!”