the architect

the architect of what it's wondered

roaming the playing fields

and stamping the corns

fighting for the urban corner

spreading the disease of the metropolis

overpoulated armies of flats and apartments soon to rise immune to non profit vaccinations

echoing the high rise blocks of an old decaying past

why are they building just round this corner

on a kids playground I ask

there seems such an abundance of better space

yet the architect decides and who am I to question his madness

 

Done