Foreclosure on the Rye
by Bob McNeil
Oh, Holden, here in your grey hair age,
You must comprehend that hypocrisy is
A heart-in-chest-vital chemical
Needed for diurnal to nocturnal survival.
Oh, Holden, here in your grey hair age,
Know that adults can’t calculate the rate of times
We use masks woven with mendaciousness
Just for a smidgen of socialness.
Oh, Holden, here in your grey hair age,
Understand grown-ups strive to lie or lie to thrive,
And you, too, must become content
With adulthood’s demon-deceitful intent.
Oh, Holden, here in your grey hair age,
Realize a Catcher in the Rye is as needed
As Hessian flies that are well-fed
Regardless of everything idealists said.
Photo: Bob McNeil (second from left) hosts a Halloween celebration in the Bronx with other festive folks.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Among Bob McNeil’s recent accomplishments as a writer and editor, he found working on the anthology entitled Lyrics of Mature Hearts to be a humbling experience because of the talented contributors. Further information about the aforesaid collection and other literary endeavors can be found at Amazon, subterraneanbluepoetry, and youtube.