Fin - Debut

fin - début what human has created, sapien can asunder it's not ours to keep forever defaulted through ignorance, avarice, prideful blunder it's only some created civilization after all the neighborhood won't deny our urban renewal the neighbors probably thought for a long time but might think us uncaring, unmeaning or cruel yet wish we'd "keep it down", maybe return to slime maybe the lease is up, no longer to be penned maybe the sheriff is here with papers to serve maybe we're really - finally, at our wits end with all of our crap piled on the universal curb we've predicted for a long time now some coming of some long overdue end with pillared salt, conflagrating fires and the certain demise of you and me, my friend yet maybe this new task that we've found that we stumbled over, can start tomorrow - and help to insure that we're still around to work it out, and get new path to follow we've been balled up on this ball of dirt we've been petty, bickering, trifling asses but maybe we've got another chance to avert certain disaster and redeem all of our masses the cliff, the match, the fingered button can recede to our memory of too close calls if we silence our forked tongues of gluttony and open our minds to beyond our own walls in the company of strangers in the company of stars in incorporated company to reclaim what lost, can now be ours © Goode Guy 2012-12-12