Fixer Upper

Having lived in multiple ports Comingling with people of various sorts Living in luxury or existing in squalor Coffers full or down to last dollar In town after town one constant remained Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained In areas it seemed that inherited blight With hardly the cash to keep on a light An Abode a stiff breeze from going aground repairs needed in and out all around To make up for all that it obviously ain't thrown at it a few gallons of turquoise paint This phenom becoming a growing trend One really must wonder where will it end So true paint can wield miraculous wonders but it won't keep a lost cause from going under A reflection of societal decline on the whole Appearances above all the primary goal white washed graves full of all that's impure As we posture and decry and seek to assure An in your face hue that belies the truth the thinking have known since the days of their youth Man his own steps proven he cannot navigate Still we look to another and will till its too late A self aggrandizing need to honor creation over creator It's fact and not fodder for the latest talk show Regardless of who's the debator On foundational level this house of cards Will not stand ever more There is not enough garish paint in the world To transform this pitiable pathetic eyesore