Stick to a Street Sign- It's out of the question, this 
can't be reversed or negotiated. Paint a finer picture 
immersed in greener pastures. Black, white scenery. Throw 
us the canvas because we have the answers. In absolution, 
we're the judge in the city lights awaiting your arrival 
to town. For every artifact you kept in tact and showed 
around, another is wounded. You are nothing. You are 
fiction. You are border-line. Condition yourself to the 
seaside. You can't shake a stick to a street sign. Take 
your last fall. Strike at my call.