A Terrible Poem About Gentrfication

When the last balloon
Popped
On Steiner and Post
And the confetti was
Swept up
For minimum wage
They brought in the bulldozers
And they brought on the wrecking balls

Condos now.
Unit 213 is where the stage used to be
Its owner was murdered
By a fellow
He met on Grinder
Who stole three watches
And a laptop
But left the record collection