Criven

28/11/2005 The pavement cracks but no one cares, nobody sees it nobody stares The deep red treacle scuffs on there shoes, they stick there nose's at it and blame it on booze What was it thinking? What had it done? All the battles were over but the war was not won Its gaze locked in horror its law snapped in shock this would have been cleaner if it od'd on rock Yet somebody notices the stain on the street, they look down at its structure so frail and weak "well arnt you a dickhead"  rung down the waves the somebody makes a phonecall and goes on there way people were hired the mess was cleaned up family was notified and its mother threw