A Shoddy Exercise In Verse

To be recited while walking, in rhythm with footsteps.

As I'm known to do most Saturdays' eves
I made my way down to Big Michigan street

The locals may say, "In truth it's an Ave."
But in rhyming with "eves", "street" is all I have

I started by train and finished on foot
Stepped off of the tracks, only minutes it took

Before I saw sights that tickled my eyes
People cross-legged near a scraper of skies

On blankets they sat, eyes closed yet intent
A row of 'bout twenty, protesting I bet

Pray'r? Meditation? I couldn't tell which
A sign asked for some sort of policy switch

Moved past the group, saw equines in a trailer
And just out the back, a tail swished like its neighbor

Inside they stood, two abreast and two long
I wondered, like me if they asked "What went wrong?

"How'd I get caught and how do I get out?
To think THIS is all makes me worry, breeds doubt"

I walked by a church and almost walked past
Then thought of attending the five o'clock mass

It'd been more than months, church could answer a question
But I'd need more than just one one-hour session

Moving along just blocks from the Mile
I thought of them shoppers and their form of guile

Were we like those horses? Were we being caged?
Did they think these things? Did they fill them with rage?

I couldn't decide with my mind torn asunder
But still I kept on and continued to wonder

I realize now that I've used "wonder" twice
I'm sorry, but wonder's my most tempting vice

Did the buyers and sellers think things that I thought?
And if not who endures the more terrible lot?

Is well-analyzed the real right way to go?
Or is burning the book and embracing the flow?

As I walked t'ward a store and alit its threshold
I stopped asking questions and entered invest mode

Bought things to appease myself during the meantime
It's time I enjoyed them, not continue with this rhyme