It is the era of aerosol and quick drying paints.
Nocturnal beings of angst and rage,
tags with demons mocking saints.
Turn on the news, what do you see?
Testament to the world's misery.
Cheap lit tunnels of black and beige,
for the righteous 'tis the perfect stage.
From boor to bold, in quick fashion,
magnificent walls of exploding passion.
Social themes? Put a dash in.
Something about food stamps or field rations.
The can is violent, the man is not.
Only the walls it fought.
Bombing the streets
while promoting world peace.
Feel the wrath of mighty pen,
I dare you- paint me white again.