Modestly

Just a sort of modest proposal, really
From the Trust Fund fellow
Who did not like that
Portable kitchen called
A Moveable Feast as it rolled down
Near the corner of his block
And by the Parsonage
Thus creating a shadow
On the Golden Mile he lived on.

Yes, the image and the odors of destitute people
Clashed with the various sorts of
Classy perfumes and Eaux-de-Wealth
Used by people of his class and social standing.

Why not have the kitchen-on-wheels
Moved down to the subway tunnel
Out of view
Out of the way
And out of sight?