Fearsome as cities O monster of loud,
Imposer on grounds with your honour due,
Stubborn minder, what’s to be done with you?
Your name in papers sourced by a crowd,
Words that mean something else mean only you.
Your paramount will overheats sockets,
Insensate to mood, subtle as a rocket.
Till now, under the sun, there was nothing new.
This that we time in our wanderings,
Tiptoe around, tread past with a breath,
Discuss like a statue with shoulder chip,
Flesh we laugh at as it gives us the pip,
Question does it end at lunchtime or death,
Is a man tattooed through with sighs and wantings.
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