Writing poetry is hella lame...

So I like to write poetry, and thought I would see what others thought of one I wrote about this article: http://kensinger.blogspot.com/2010/09/south-edgemere-wasteland.html

-Attacked By Wild Dogs

A flock of birds in South Edgemere, 
A mere reflection of a return to nature, 
Streets and sidewalks that lead nowhere, 
Urban renewal for an empty future, 
Millions of dreams vacant ripped away, 
Tossed into random piles of garbage, 
Do you know the lady called Arverne, 
Is she well acquainted with the passage, 
Does she mind all the empty frames, 
Seen the postcards of the abandoned, 
A destination for a collapsing economy, 
Hidden mattresses for low income housing, 
Out on the border is where Charlie lives, 
In a hovel he built from the wreckage, 
He just sits all day and watches the ocean, 
And the ocean never seems to notice.