Wandered on the seamy side
Where life in its shrunken state
Conflate reason and its ride
On hovercrafts flew in my sky to dictate
Manners in which we give
Homage to our heroes
Whom blessers couldn't forgive
Having deleted from our currency three zeros
To please worshippers of extravagance
Who swilled libations at will
Gyrated on the podium to dance
The night away on the happiness hill
Where with remorse
We declared our willingness
To master the language Morse
Created from nothingness
Elevating innovation in communication
To an art form
Rich in simplification and specification
That eased our sojourn in Rome.
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