Ode to the Abandoned Quarter

Out in the parking lot I saw him,
Laying face down in the rain.
Such a waste- he was born in 1973
Who did this to you, George?
Why did they leave you here, cold and alone and forgotten?

I will take you in for now, but later I will use you.
I don't mind your tails-up curse, because I will spend you.
I can't see your dented face, because I will horde you.
I can't care for you, but I will take you in for now.

So, George, relish in this sanctuary I now give you;
A false sense of security is security nonetheless.