be careful of the cracks--
a single careless footstep
could send you falling through.
Just hop across, ignore the cracks,
'cause if you do, the things you see--
the places down below--
could send you off gone reeling mad
or suck you down instead.
You'll see a burning city
of living molten stone,
you'll see a faery beckon
with a crooked wing of slime.
Then you'll start to hear the singing,
a sign that it's too late--
it's no matter if you struggle,
you're already halfway through--
and as you fall beneath the sidewalk,
remember you were warned.
Today's prompt was to write a pop culture poem. I have blatantly disregarded it.