Values fixed,
In rusted steel
Once gleaming tall and storied.
Has those towers leaning,
With those inside eating pizza.
The realness of this vision screams,
As those unconscious
Return acts obscene.
By using influence,
To hush the crushing...
And seal pipe dreams.
Although very few,
In those high rises survive.
Stuffed shirts smother...
When they begin to believe,
The nonsense produced
And filed under 'Lies,
Excuses and Alibis Yet to Try'.
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