Poem by Langston Huges

What happens to a dream deferred?

            Does it dry up

            Like a raisin in the sun?

            Or fester like a sore-

            And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?     

Explode it will – and like I and my friends used to say three decades ago:  PAYBACK IS A BITCH!