The Writing On The Wall - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Writings used to cover walls,
Big black boards, in lecture halls.
Or big green signs that you could read,
And warning signs that you should heed.
But the blackboard has evolved,
And I believe nothings been solved.
It's gotten worse by far my friend,
The new blackboards are human skin.
Used to be a circus freak,
Would be tattooed from head to toe.
You'd pay a dollar just to get sick,
But now it's just the average Joe.
Men and women, children too,
The temple of the lord defile.
Here's a news flash just for you,
We've reverted to the wild.
8/30/10 Alton Texas
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