Tattered And Torn
A Poem
I love when everythingβs tattered and torn
Dismal and approaching below mediocrity
Appreciation of many products defective
Never making it beyond prototype stage
Unreliable, loving too much, or sloppy
Crying out then throwing away your heart
Self-sabotaging not a good look
On your CV or their selection criteria
Their murderous selection criteria
The violence of orderly enclosure
Making a great big scene as you go out
Out onto the streets of their invasion
It really was worth that one last shot
Never to be mentioned again βsheβs crazyβ
Crazy for bothering to try more like it
With a black denim jacket on nothing else
Running through Martin Place they chased
Hunted her down underneath the tram
Squashed and squished her lifetime of crushes
The crowd reacted with lunchtime horror
Wynyard Park birds pecking for their scraps
Sirens and the good people of Sydney acted
Those heroes who tried to save her life
The life they so easily discarded long ago
This product had every opportunity to market
Shelf-life and her branding failed I suppose
Her pain now the brightest star in the sky
Shining long after the markets have collapsed
Also βfailedβ as she never feared her own death
That event horizon weβll all soon pass beyond
Menacing black void at the end of every tunnel