Chaste Houses Poem by Jacob Bearer

White buildings enraged us,
so we got red and black paint,
to screw up every one of 'em.

They couldn't run,
so our thrusting brushes
dirtied every pure inch.

Soon enough they all fit-in,
clicking together like Legos,
and the whole town sunk.

The newest blank building,
feeling left out,
cried for us to graffiti it.

And we did, gladly.
Every office was black or red,
fitted into the scene.

There was one red house
that wanted to be white again,
now its as black as ashes.