Poem: "The Graffiti of the Rich"
Apr. 27th, 2026 12:16 pmThis poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It was inspired by a prompt from
zianuray. It has been sponsored by a pool with
fuzzyred. This poem belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
"The Graffiti of the Rich"
[Wednesday, November 5, 2014]
For months, Shiv had been
enjoying the ever-changing display
of graffiti along a retaining wall
between Blues Moon and
Buster Hump's Gym.
It was a perfect place
to get a good feel for
the neighborhood
and its current artists.
Then one day, Shiv
arrived to find that
someone had covered
the wall with grey paint.
Fuming, he glared at
the nearby billboards.
Funny how nobody ever
covered up those eyesores.
That got him thinking about
some stuff that Dr. G had said
about cultures, graffiti, and
what counted as artwork.
Smirking, he pulled out
a black paint pen and
scribbled his rebuttal.
With grey paint we silence
some voices in society.
Advertising is fine -- it is,
after all, the graffiti of the rich.
"The Graffiti of the Rich"
[Wednesday, November 5, 2014]
For months, Shiv had been
enjoying the ever-changing display
of graffiti along a retaining wall
between Blues Moon and
Buster Hump's Gym.
It was a perfect place
to get a good feel for
the neighborhood
and its current artists.
Then one day, Shiv
arrived to find that
someone had covered
the wall with grey paint.
Fuming, he glared at
the nearby billboards.
Funny how nobody ever
covered up those eyesores.
That got him thinking about
some stuff that Dr. G had said
about cultures, graffiti, and
what counted as artwork.
Smirking, he pulled out
a black paint pen and
scribbled his rebuttal.
With grey paint we silence
some voices in society.
Advertising is fine -- it is,
after all, the graffiti of the rich.

