putting the house up for sale

my new neighbor

is a communist slash

socialist

ala

the squad in congress

and the democratic nominee

in NYC

for mayor.

he's wearing an old

army

uniform

a red beret,

and has a long Castro

like beard.

he's scary

looking, but friendly.

i take him

over a tuna casserole

to welcome

him to the neighborhood,

knocking

on his door.

he answers me with

a bandolero

around his chest

and tells me that he's running

for president

of the condo

board,

and that if he wins there'll

be no more

parking spaces,

no more yellow lines,

no more condo fees,

no restrictions on colors

of paints,

no locks on the doors,

and dogs will be allowed

to roam

free.

anyone can come into

your house

to eat and sleep.

are you with me, comrade?

he says.

ummm, let me run this by

my wife,

i tell him.

we'll see.