by joetwo

It’s not exactly stable, is it?

Built on rickety foundations

Devoid of proper support

Screws not tight

Glue not set

Some parts missing

All ready to fall

If only given a little push

A little force in the wrong direction

To send it flying

And bring it down

To a certain and reliably gruesome demise

I tried to warn

But no one listened

They kept things as they were

So I stay in the shadows

As close as I dare

Ready to bring support, if I can

Or help pick up the pieces, if I can’t