The price of your excitement

 you pass the pylons
Long lengths of vacant green land
it screams at you to build something
Then to a huge intersection

where a makeshift office was built
to collect money to invest in great works of chaos and corruption
To make the city existance a random game of luck
excitement from a people obssessed with lottery and chance

tax and little payments that are collected 
by overexcited misguided adolescents
That percentage of the money spent
it's a fruitflavored shakedown

They don't wear uniforms as they demand the tax
But you can see badges on the chests
company name emblazened, next month it will change again
their names in tiny print