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
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