INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY by Tom Jensen
Graffiti scribbled on the side of a building
Obscenities aimed at the passing children
Yet these simple words can have
Such a complicated effect
On an empty vessel of thought
Dependent on a world filled with neglect
With the wind picking up
There's trash blowing all over the ground
There's three guys under 'neath a bridge
Passing the bottle around
I see weeds sprawling across the sidewalk
Crawling up through the cracks
I watch a kid on his way home to a broken home
Walking alone along the tracks
Things are heading south
No matter which way you face
What is bitter to your eyes
Can give your mouth a bad taste
Seems that everywhere I look
There's something that hurts my eyes
They say another day, another dollar,
Which each new day comes a new surprise
It's not just the inner city
Where things are getting worse
When the intellectual property of so many
Needs to be torn down or reinforced