Your esteem's
Like the leaves
Crackling
Under footsteps
Under trees
Falling backwards
From your own "words"
Splattering
On the concrete
House of Cards
What a pity
To pity in yourself
To pity in good wealth
To pity in good health
And what a pity
You built it a city
Open Sewage
Clogs your roadways
Your gritty, ****** self loathing city.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
Your esteem's
Like the leaves
Crackling
Under footsteps
Under trees
Falling backwards
From your own "words"
Splattering
On the concrete
House of Cards
What a pity
To pity in yourself
To pity in good wealth
To pity in good health
And what a pity
You built it a city
Open Sewage
Clogs your roadways
Your gritty, ****** self loathing city.
**** if it isn't just aggravating to see negativity.
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