My makeshift face looks as if a homeless dog threw up. Parents dissuade for their kids not to pull my straw. I am very noticeable on the abandoned houses lawn. I wish i was taken care of, or nurtured so i would look nice and sleek like the other scare crows in the neighborhood. I stand there all fall insiduading for someone to clean me up. My straw starts to rot, I start to sag, my jeans have holes and no patches. I fall over and wimp down. Some pedestrians pick me back up. I feel useless and unneeded. I don't even scare crows, I just stand there looking like wimped sack or potatoes. I wish I could forecast and indicate I need care, but the people walk past me like I'm worthless. When the people left the house and never came back, I had to scrimp, but I couldn't. I was a scarecrow stuck to a pole, I couldn't escaped... i was trapped. A worthless scarecrow, on an abandoned house's lawn, unbothered..... looking like a sack of potatoes.
