#eyesore
I'm not gonna let that keep me on the ground, JETPACK!
When I encounter a setback, press that button ignite my JETPACK!
Launch pad shrinks, disappear. Fly through atmosphere.
Plasma's tingling and I'm hearing the words that occur to me for no reason. What am I alive for? What will I die for? Why do I believe to others I'm an eye sore?
Am I fueled by another engine, Depression and Aggression, Confusion and agitation, Fly away on my JETPACK!
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Derelict, decrepit,
Just a waste of space
A relic from a different age
One who'd run the race
An eyesore
Gives the place a name
Represents a time long past
It's no longer in the game
A stiff wind would take it down
It's not worth a single dime
Take it down, demolish it
It's enemy is time
A single pane of glass is left
Cracked from side to side
In fact it's cracked the whole way through
As tall as it is wide
The others are all boarded
Keeping out nothing at all
The only thing the wood does
Is act as canvas to them all
Graffiti covers every space
That is left standing here
It used to be a factory once
That made a local well known beer
BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE....
Inside the building squatters sit
Derelicts, wastes of space
The building is their home for now
Away from the rat race
Eyesores, hidden in plain sight
Humanity at it's worst
That is the image given them
Because of addictions thirst
A stiff wind would take them down
So thin and frail are they
Protected by a building that
A storm could blow away
One side thinks it awful
The other, thinks it's good
An eyesore and a fragile shell
Of old bricks and glass and wood
But...for one plain window
Separating worlds apart
A crack runs through the window
It is the buildings heart.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC