Superhighway Of Discontent
Cracks in the windows; a creak is heard
A pervading sense of neglect
As the Blasterworm crawls in, crawls out
Is there no-one left who cares?
Ominous infestations
have come and gone before; we need not fear
A dismissive gesture, a sigh
, things that go bump in the night. But the garrulous hawking of 'pride'? YES!
Is there no-one left to hear?
| Contributors: | N, F, Dassn't Say, K8, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd August 2003. |