Day 145

Today's words:

Pie
Skirt
Clay
Laugh
Nuts
Stadium

"I'll just have the pie,"
She said, smoothing her skirt.
Her eyes were dead, the color of clay.
Nonetheless, she gave a little laugh.
"They'd have to be nuts
"To think of building a stadium

"Here." But it wasn't a stadium,
It was an arena, kind of shaped like a pie,
If one had gone nuts
And worn a skirt.
You laugh, 
But it's uglier than anything, with clay-

Colored walls; more like rusted clay.
So, not a stadium;
An arena. Apparently there's a difference, but it's no laugh,
How they took peoples' homes, for a pie
Wearing a skirt.
It makes me nuts

How developers get away with crap, just nuts.
Politicians are modelling clay
To them, and anyone in a skirt
Had better run. Keep your stadium
Or arena, or whatever it is. I'll just have some pie
And try to laugh

At how horrible it all is.  It's not a laugh;
These guys really must be nuts,
With their pie
In the sky stories of blight. The clay-
Colored stadium
(Oops, arena) is what's blight. I won't skirt

The issue; we were robbed. You can skirt
It all you want but that's the truth. I won't laugh
About it, or ever set foot in your stadium
(Ahem, arena). I'd have to be nuts
To do so. No clay
Pie

For me; you can skirt the issue with those nuts,
As they laugh and play with the clay
Politicians building their stadium that looks like a pie.