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Construction Disconstruction pt. II: The Descending Crane
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Extended Poetry The crane descends over your head,
To build the thing that we all dread,
To lay another brick,
To build another four-wall exstence,
Nevermind its happy smile,
Its claw grabs every bitten piece,
To build you another, another, another...
Oh, madness of every shape,
To construct a wall of every odd old shape,
And every cold, new one,
The crane rides high up in the sky,
To build castles way up high,
The crane so mighty as the sun,
He's the tallest one of all,
The bully of the crowd,
AS his claw descends upon your head,
To cast you up so high,
Like the twinkle of the pepper in your nose,
To tickle you and make you sneeze,
Such a tricky thing,
To ever come our way today.
