The Soaring Avenue Poem by Anthony Han

Soaring down this avenue
Got to watch out for the revenue
Is the time wasted
I keep living toasted
No one seems to care
About all I have to dare
Would you take down
A fraction of my frown
Before its too late
Oh no here it competes
Vortex of storms
Contained by no phantoms
Washed away in the pace
Cleaned piece by piece
They were never given a say
Until the hailstorm came that day
Toppled by a rain everyone needs
Melting it all away to beads
To much to be stopped
The whole town flooded
Not only one vortex was released
But many others walking that street
An embodiment of misfits
Cleansing their souls in bursts
So powerful and large the cities
Soon to became lifted in their cries