Poem: Wet Paint

It really bugs me when people leave signs out for longer than they are needed.

Gig posters weeks after the gigs.

Roadwork warnings after the road is completed.

While I could write an essay, I thought I'd share everyone some time and write a short poem expressing my angst.

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Wet Paint

The weathered sign despairs
It has watched paint dry
Yet remains in place
Searching for purpose

Peace out everyone!