today, another piece of ass will cross your path
your insides will unwind into a crosswalk
enter signs will flash in your eyes
you are the little white man

your tongue sputters opinions
but your spine is an unpaved path
beaten down by all of those lovers,
who have unmercifully treaded upon summers plants and flowers
how convenient for her to walk on
a nice bald spot, on a man once young
convince yourself you need her dainty feet
to mold you into an artist, but in reality
you've always been her work of art
in a mess, a heap of your individuality
staring up at her, the mistake you've made
vowing to never be walked on again
but oh, my once friend and now pile of cement,
We've all had the chance to walk on you!