Author: Aero Faerie Extraordinaire PM
i was looking over the city, and i realised the buildings are almost as grey as they sky. the city is as miserable as the weather and nuilders have really bad taste.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 140 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-17-06 - id: 2232020
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I puzzle over the picture I see.
It's all just grey to me.
Forget rolling fields of wheat,
Or blue as a backdrop
For white sheets of cloud.
Depression era design.
Dishwater grey was all the rage
A grove of shrubbery cowers pathetically,
Shadowed by the shadows of
Their mama's are mistaken
For the greying sky.
(Easy mistake to make
In England's perpetual misery)
Ah! At last, colour.
Just another pit stop for obesity.
No beauty here.
Still, a respite from the mundane,
But in such an array
Of chemicals, grease and questionable meats,
That I'm not convinced.
So what am I looking at?
An artist's rendition of hopelessness
The effects of the earth's mutilation.
No. This is life.
The greyscape composition.