Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Open Sewer

Open Sewer

Any more of this crap and
Uh.......disappointment will come.
Perhaps the deed is done,
A day of resting in the sun.

Rubbish always comes to mind,
Uh......where I wander mind free.
I know the pace is set,
A day where soiling I'll yet see.

Garbage and filth become divine,
Uh......are all these thoughts mine ?
Messing up a pure white page,
A day bringing disgrace, to rhyme.

Disgrace the mess upon my face, my detritus the brightest ?
Shaming the lyrical word and art,
A day when no-one cared the slightest.