i wish i was still in the running to become america's next top model

all poets of our generation write on walls and bathroom stalls; “for a good time call....... so and so give good.......” while most inscriptions are juvenile or cryptic at best there are some that have stuck with me for quite some time. the most prolific writings are disappearing, being covered up for newer more profitable displays; ads for window tinting, do-it-yourself pimping, or big truck squinting. i like to call it the irvinization of america. there used to say, the wall cried, “never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” now, the canvas lies silent; black and blue like my office soaked brain. oh yes, tyra banks is the devil.