Space For Rent Poem by Cory Fox

Hello Mr. Banks
See that boy with his head in his hands?
Ignore those restless sighs he's been making
He's been running from you for half of his life
But break his legs now and he's yours for the taking

Look at his life in such a neat stack
His heart at the door
His faith the allure
Lead him to more
And rape his beliefs behind his back

Wait here, Father Grace
Excuse my cold, unfeeling heart
But you know dreams come at a price
Just pay your due and play the saint
While he would play the sacrifice

Did you know he wants to cry
As he toils for better years?
So he hides away his fears
And sucks up all his tears
Because it's weakness in your eye

Stand aside, Ms. Hope
There's nothing for you here
Please spare me all your tragedies
Like tender dreams of normalcy
While friends turn into memories

As for you, don't forget you're mine
You're space for rent
I won't relent
I won't repent
Now get back in line