Managed rubbish
Mere nonsense
Lay beneath steel I-beams
Slabs of concrete smell foul
Forty metallic black steps
Race atop the massive structure
Neon green clad sanitation engineers with
Ripped torsos
Striving for a java break
Expeditiously fly to the lounge
Pidgins await patiently for a crack at
Leftover chili
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