The State of the Marketplace
Cut from glass
Cut from flesh
My steel windows peer
From hilltops to the marketplace
Rotary clubs banishing good taste
With taxes to fill up the State
Now following fault lines
To earthquake insure the day, stay awake
Insurance claims fake a new mistake
Numbers surround the climax of fate
Urging paper weights to cover shifting sands
Allow us to stand anew
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