Feeling bleak.

Chaos
Disorder
Not belonging
Towers pointing.
Pavements brutalised
Paper dropped reckless
McDonald's mustard
Fag ends, disproportionate.
Splattered chewing gum
Dust fallen on a
Disregarded world
Fires burning,
Cigarettes harming
Look at this?
No lichen crawling
Only hands scrawling.
Pretend to sweep
And polish the thoroughfares.
Respect?
Aretha Franklin...

And I feel nothing but barren.
Hopeless.
But wasn't hope in Pandora's box?
Pessimistic.

I am a half empty person.
But the GP says
"don't let the bastards grind you down!"
Throw me a buoy before I sink.