Let’s clean out the Cross Creek area,
Of all those business places!
Never mind the jobs and income,
That the wetlands interfaces.
FEMA promises great huge sums,
To bribe our politicians —
Influencing what and where to build,
And what they term conditions.
Perhaps the roads will be removed,
Into our shopping places —
So that water fowls and sea gulls,
Can fill the empty spaces.
But best of all, I do recall,
FEMA promises more!
Money for our projects —
Instead of taxes we deplore.
We have sold the Soul of Malibu,
For FEMA’s feast of gold —
On the excuse of wetlands protection,
Prostituting, as of old.
P. F. Fogbottom