The allure of steel and glass,
architectural pure,
corporate and cock sure,
feel the bass, foul, crass,
in their black A8s and steel lives.
Powerdressed in leaden suits,
venting their gall,
blessed floor 42 makes you think
you stand tall,
but no one's there
to embrace them
when their are alone
and the permanent rush all but fades.
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