The futures a block
Positioned in a way
Unvacatable
all encompassing
the poor climb to the top
The rich pour oil down the sides
So most of those grins are frown
By the time they refind the ground
Some may contentedly pick up the can
and spray something appalling across
The concrete sprawl
you want a place far from slums and sticks
In one of those hollow deocrated bricks
just try not to fall
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