Written in ink, nall my heroes share a back seat to undeserving puppets stealing thunder with a smile.nReinvent the present with a picture painted with a narrow view and dirty brushes dipped in bias.nMake-up statements looking flashy in a fancy font boutiquenCatchy phrases for the lazy eye and those who hardly readnPlay it smart and sharpen wits for self defensenPuncture sentence structure, watch it bleed between the lines.nnSafety blanket for a hobo on a bench in central park west with a pigeon standing on his chest.nSeeking shelter from the elements of savvy urban planning, real estate and residence a myth.nBroken shoes wont improve his social standingnso he fishes out of wishing wells and ponders nothingnessnLines of stress tell a story on his facenA wrinkle on his skin for every dream left to wastennMetropolitan man, morning coffee in his hand as he stands in the middle of the platformnSeeking knowledge in an elevated train lobbynPlanning his escape with a USA Today copynFancy shoes wont improve his social standing so he shines them to a polishnso they both reflect respect.nLines of stress tell a story on his face,nA wrinkle on his skin for every dream he tried to chase.nnBetween the fold there’s a story with a twistnI toss and turn the pages but my heroes don’t existnThe cynics call it tragic but I’m caring less and lessnThe pressure from the press is the source of all the stress.nBetween the fold there’s an angle with a spinnThe truth is deemed elusive, getting tangled deep withinnThe cynics call it tragic but I’m caring less and lessnThe pressure from the press is the source of all the stress.nnSpooky tales of a hurricane,nmoving roofing sales above the market price and taking out the sugar canenRescue planes collecting dust, needy people losing trust in a system out of touch with the here and nownPhoto ops for a cover storynCapture the messnThe less fortunate souls are looking so depressednBehind the lens, feelings are detached.nThey all escape the photo and it happens when it’s snappednFiltered through a process in a dark room painted blacknVictims on the cover with their empty faces staring back.n