A vagabond pounds the pavement
You pound the pavement
restlessly,
scratching at the doors
dragging feet
from place to place
repeatedly,
day 'n' night,
like a vagabond.
Everybody is gone
drifting to Spain
grazing on junk pile for scraps and morsels of life.
You stand strong in fake
Like a concrete statue
on a shattering shifting ground
Amid fear and emptiness
a fog of mass destruction
gushes into the air
blowing all the bubbles,
and trails you leave behind.