YOU ARE READING Poems. Poetry Poems. Untitled #9 21 1 0 by the_apocalypse50 by the_apocalypse50 Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story The seats were once pink But the cushions began to sink So they changed it to blue But it'll sink soon Changes happen all the time But it's cycling to find, Find a new cushion A new mission to escape the bench Something new to clench