Rain-check

I look around, seeing only ugliness

Heathen creatures prowl
issuing hateful, slightly baffled stares

"Get out of my eyes!" I scream,
looking for something new and slightly different,
stumbling through another frightful dream

Soon the Victorian façades will crumble

The sky will come crashing to the floor
and the walking gods and their heirs
will come over all humble

But until then
I think I'll just give the whole thing a rain-check