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.