I'm Just A Walkway
I wrote this during a very dull four-hour shift at the calendar kiosk. I was annoyed because shoppers were using the kiosk as a shortcut to get from one side of the hall to another. They were totally ignoring me and the calendars, so I decided to get insulted. Yeah. Well, this poem's a bit off, but the nice thing about personal webpages is that I can post whatever the hell I want, wah ha.
I'm Just A Walkway
I'm just a walkway
Portal or a corridor
Existence unacknowledged
Just a means to get a where
Passage is permitted
To breach confines
Unknown anywhere
Forget my concession
Though lacking me
You'd get nowhere
Give no second thought
To my very purpose
My constant servitude
I'm just a walkway
