The Acrostic Poem
Created | Updated Dec 20, 2008
I was challenged by B'Elana to write an acrostic poem for The Post, and I challenged her to take the current telegram game word.
Broken
Bare concrete block, windowless walls - dark and airless inside,
Rusty corrugated sheets for a makeshift roof - under which you try to reside,
Only hoping in endless sad despair - 'does anyone think or care',
Knowing not a single person does – they just pass by to the beach and stare,
Eat what the thoughtless - unthinking throw out,
Now that even the dollar-a-day you live on's worth nowt.