Political and Social Insanity

I wander alone through the streets of this town, All alone by myself out of sight. I sit forlorn on a seat, a solo swing of a ride, Unnoticed and unseen every night. My colors are grey, while around me is busy, I’m the shadow that people pass by. Sometimes I’m a hand or a bit of a leg, I don’t ask any more, don’t ask why. I’ve only one thought, does my statement still fit, Is my shape what others want, have or need. Does ME make them question anything at all, Question anything in a city of greed. I’ll be destroyed by tomorrow by the blast of a can, Or the burst of a high pressure main. I’m your typical graffiti on the side of the wall, The political and social insane.