Someone designed you.
Why the decorative brick and beige vinyl siding?
You could have been anything. You could have been glassy. Townhouse, we could have been beautiful.
I stop on my bicycle and I remove my helmet before the mournful shadows within you. Does the carpet in you smell of cigarettes and Captain Highliner? I check my email. Nothing good. I see that on Twitter no one favourited that thing I wrote about hummus.
Oh ugly townhouse. I hit favourite for you.