There's movement afoot.
Occupants and sycophants
Are scattering
From the Rainbow Rooms
Of Green, Red, Blue and Yellow,
To the more concrete setting
Of the Oral Office,
Where the North and South Porticos
Take on new meaning,
Behind the secure cement walls
Of the Skinners, toothless or otherwise.
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