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.