Eyesores
dubbed trash by the many &
revered by the few,
sitting on the street curbs &
nesting on the steps
so if ya don’t like what you see
you better
rub em’ till’ they bleed &
waiting on the piggies
strolling long the sidewalk
washing up the storefronts
of all the kids of the future
sick of the present
with skateboards in hand
cigarettes drooping &
a look of fresh new rage
peeling out from their own eyeballs &
we’re on the other side of the street
lighting up the wicks
we got the molotovs blazing &
you know it should’ve been this way
years ago
why we waited oh so long
we’ll never really know
it’s been little by little
day by day
we’ve been walking with our baby steps
gaining momentum like a rolling ball of clay
picking up the dust & the dirt & the scum
i’d rather be down in the sewer any day with the rats
than one minute with the glamourglitz
rolling in a lump sum
because this is where we rumble, ****s,
this-z where we lay it down
we’ve got our wits sharp & our fists ready
our steel toed boots are kicking
towing intel neath’ the underground
reading writing on the walls
setting fire to everything we can
waiting for it to fall.
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