Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Coming Down

On lots of buildings my kind be,

And we are quite misunderstood.

On this building long has stood  me,

Reference to me's never been good.

That's when some bother to look up

And notice that I'm standing here.

I am at the 13th floor, yup,

I guess as an omen of fear.

For years no one has checked me out.

Inspections are of little use.

There has been erosion no doubt,

And I feel myself coming loose.

Somebody's day I'm gonna spoil

When killed by this fallen gargoyle.